"Yoga"? Delusion VII. Part 4
I once heard from a yoga instructor that nettles are home to mosquitoes.
And I understood this to mean that the mosquitoes in the last birth were nettles. I have built my own Theory of Evolution on this basis.
Once, I proudly shared my thoughts with society.
"Let's look at a nettle thorn. Does it look like anything?" So I began my presentation with a question.
"Of course! Like a mosquito's nose!" I answered myself.
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Sometimes a mosquito home is just a home...
Apparently it meant that mosquitoes live in nettles.
I would need to pay attention to the attitude towards me in the yoga group
IV
But now my glorious business trip has come to an end. I was going home not without sadness. It was Sunday. I don’t remember who suggested that the time of the business travelers should be arranged this way. The instructor went on a business trip on Sunday evening. In the morning, right from the train, he got to classes. I also left on Sunday and got to classes on Monday morning already in my city. Thus, it was possible to immerse the teacher as much as possible in the educational process and increase the travel time. Note that at the expense of the teacher's personal time. Although, I must confess, I understood that all my free time would be spent on mastering the material. So I would have added time, but everything was calculated and so "back to back".
It turned out that on Monday I would already be teaching the material I had received in a week. And I had time to process what I received, albeit in my own time. But the teachers to whom I brought the material will not have such an opportunity. They will have to give out material from my "papers". In any case, the first day, then pull up.
Indulging in such gloomy, but inspiring thoughts, I collected my simple baggage. That is, my thoughts of "working order" - about the upcoming teaching were full of enthusiasm. I collected everything that could be gathered from the information. I even doubted that all this could be conveyed through the educational process. But my physical condition was not very good. I haven't been in the shower for a week. I ate whatever. I slept ... well, I've already told about this. True, the economy pleased. I didn't pay for the stay. And being constantly within the walls of the institute made it possible to pump out the maximum data from the teaching system.
So consoling myself, scratching myself dissatisfied ... Here I was lying - the shower was not so bad. I washed myself regularly in the toilet from the sink. In fact, everything sang in me, I was full of strength and hope.
For all these gatherings and reflections, I did not notice a female person near me ...
I probably wasn't surprised. This lady was constantly here. As I thought, she came to Nopeace. But today Nopeace was ... But I didn't think about where Nopeace is now. Moreover, I shamelessly rejoiced in his absence, since this provided me, so dearly valued by teachers, privacy.
In general, I packed my things. The lady stood pillar in the middle of the room.
I don’t remember us talking. Or rather, most likely we did not speak.
Then I remembered only one phrase. It looks like it was actually the only one.
"Are you leaving? I'll accompany you."
I started to deny it out of politeness.
Silence.
I realized that I did not have much choice and shrugged resignedly.
Then I foolishly thought that she would help me carry my things. I made a mistake.
So we are a strange couple - I, loaded with things, and she with empty hands rode the bus from the institute building to the subway, went down to the subway, drove part of the way.
And so we stood at the last station, waiting for the subway train. This train was already going to the station directly.
Then, to my surprise, I softly but firmly declared that I would go further alone. The fact is that I was gradually seized by the fear that this lady was determined to go with me to my city. And for some reason the only thing that confused me was that I had bought only one ticket.
Silence.
I got on the train that came up. I looked around. The lady remained on the platform.
I was struck by her stone face. And the look of unblinking eyes fixed on me ...
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