Post-weekend

I drank a bottle of wine on Monday and haven't felt the same since. Since then, my body has worked hard to recover - to filter out the poison that I ingested - that I enjoy - and that joins me now as I sit at my new favorite coffeeshop. That is, coffee. I sit in coffeshops a lot, for hours, and I never tire of the environment. Today is especially exciting because there is a job interview going on to my left - not the first time this has happened - and again, I never tire of it - watching job interviews that is. During a momentary break from the interview process, the interviewer went outside and came back smelling of perfume... During her absence, a man who intermitently attempted conversation with the woman, was shaking his foot rapidly-that kind of unconscious nervous foot/knee shake that happens when taking a written test. I gave him a half-turn glance and the frantic movement ceased. The second person to be interviewed had terrible posture, much like I have now, but have since adjusted.

Yoga helps posture, I've heard, and flexibility. I came across a website earlier designed by a girl I sort of knew from Boston. She tried to name all the poses because it seemed (to her) that poses were being called contradictory names in the years of her practice. It seems to me that there are definite names of poses that exist in Sanskrit and perhaps these are the names that have been lost in translation. She drinks a lot, as shown by her pictures, but also likes yoga. I can add this to the things that I don't understand and the things that I also engage in myself.

In this coffeeshop, it feels safe to leave my laptop, keys and purse at my table while I visit the restroom. It is Nashville, after all, and I feel a sense of communal safety here, at my new favorite coffeeshop. Plus, everyone else here already has a laptop and a set of keys and a purse or a wallet.... I wish that stealing was more accepted or at least more commonplace - actually I just wish I could steal something every so often, but I get so nervous. I especially like to steal food b/c it's already too expensive and all the people who should profit from it, never do.

But stealing is wrong and I already feel guilty enough. Guilt - an emotion that my sculpture teacher once said, was the most useless emotion of all - a statement that shocked us all, not because we didn't agree, but because it didn't seem as though he had a past or regrets or emotions. Just a pair of eyeglasses and a ranging vocabulary that included words like 'negative space' and 'figurative.' But anyway, I know the commandments and all, not sure which number is the one for stealing. I went to church but missed the basics. This has continued to happen all my life - I miss the basics. Prefer the end result. Love cooking, hate washing dishes.