Pfff ... Narcissus
I was glad of my drama class, and today ...
concentration-meditation session, it's always a little sect, this type of activity. Anyway, it seems he must go through it, so let them - especially since the afternoon at work was very stressful, it can only do good.
Ommmmmmmmm ....
We try to empty, lulled by the voice suggestive, indeed insinuating (if not insidious ;-)) prof.
"Focus, try to locate your center of gravity, trying to find your soul, we, Russians, we have the soul to the chest at heart level, we are spiritual beings, we need of human warmth is what makes us different from Americans and Europeans, whose center of gravity is in the stomach or abdomen, there is that food and sex that matter to them. .. "
Gne?
I emerge as dry my meditation: "These are crap!" The teacher had barely troubled, he had forgotten the French infiltrated his group, we were so well between us, Russian Orthodox, Christophorus people at the heart of Rome Third ...
I start? I have left? I argue? I let go? I crush me, but the spell is broken - in fact I have tears in their eyes until the end of the session. Yet it's not as if I was not used, the nonsense of this kind - I heard a bunch, uttered in good conscience by taxi drivers, fellow travelers of chance, vague knowledge of circumstances ... But today I am tired. And above all - we were in a state of weakness psychological, relaxed, open, available ... It's not much, but I really got into full pear when I least expected it. So, as always, I turn into a fountain.
No question, of course, to continue with this type, which I'm absolutely confident. What could bring me someone who has his head stuffed with such theories? Too bad, I liked the group, I found that my comrades had talent ...
experience is interesting, however. An experience of absolute exclusion, rejection compared to what you did not choose to be, when you think you are the most acceptable ... The pain you encounter a wall of pictures, so delusional that you do not even know how to begin.
Do not forget.
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