Nov. 21, 2008
Oh man. I need to get out of Varanasi. Hippies everywhere.
My friend from college pointed out that a comment I left for him on Facebook about buying a tam tam drum in Jaipur was a little more "out there" than normal. To quote him exactly, Mike Hand writes: "Holy f*&k-s$*t, girl.. Last I knew you, your hippie hatred knew no bounds. When did you go and become their queen?"
I've had four conversations about meditation today alone. I was prompted last night into giving my own interpretation of writing from the Tao Te Ching. I've been seriously considering enrolling in a ten day silent Vipassana meditation course in the foothills of the Himalayas. Yesterday, I bought a shirt made out of hemp for Chrissakes!
Where the hell did all this come from?
Friday, November 21, 2008
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2 comments:
Hey,
Accept it. You are hippie spawn.
Peace, love, rock n'roll and bugspray.
Hippies- or Trust Fund Bohemians?
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