-You’re stressed.
I’m thinking: Tell me something I didn’t know.
-There are a number of meditation classes available that I can recommend.
I’m thinking: Yeah, you’re telling me that I don’t have ADHD, but act like it. How the hell can I sit for a meditation class.
-Here are the addresses of three in the area to try.
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For God’s sake, look at these people. They all look like derelicts. This pillow is hard as a damned rock. How many rear ends have been on it. The mats stink.
– Relax. Breathe. Concentrate on your breath.
Yada, yada, yada.
Done. Over. Out.
Maybe I’ll be back next week, maybe not.
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Jesus, I’m back again. One more try at this voodoo crap.
-Relax. Breathe. Concentrate on your breath.
In, out. In, out. What the heck am I gonna do with that old sofa when I get home? What am I having for dinner? Yikes, I totally forgot to call the doctor.
Black.
-Oh, my God, he is truly evil. How could he have hit me and just walked out, leaving me covered with blood? I really hate him. He’s going to be sorry when he no longer has his precious little mutt. Who knew that chocolate would kill a dog? I mean, I’m a cat person, for crying out loud. Done. Revenge is mine. Relax. Breathe.
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What the hell? What am I thinking? Where the hell did that come from?
What if the thoughts of others in a meditation class seeped into your brain?
The Sharper Senior 