I know I haven't been writing. I apologize.
Time is commodity that hasn't been in abundance lately.
But now, with dialogue clinics over, things are, for all practical
purposes, on a downhill (lots of prepositions in that sentence).
This week was the most exhaustive out of the eight.
I think the cumulative fatigue, stress, sleep deprivation, overall stink, and
perpetual states of being moist had reached, and past, a point of being humorous and tolerable.
Lemmings are little mammals (rodents I believe) who live in the northern climes of
scandanavia. They are promiscuous little devil who just consume and procreate like
'there was no tommorow.' Well eventually one day, in the future, (a bikram saying)
the population becomes so large and its burden on the local ecosystem grows so heavy
that there is a exponential increase in social/biological pressure. The environment
can no longer sustain the amount of lemmings. Resources, although still available, are inadequate to sustain the entire population.
Now this is the interesting part. Because of this pressure from a stressed social
group, the lemmings disperse en mass. Their egress from their locale is so uniform
and determined that observer often mistake this departure as suicidal (anecdotally
they've been observed to head straight into oceans and lakes and, sometimes, over
cliffsides into certain furry death).
We aren't lemmings. I have no urge to flee into Topanga Canyon and take an ill-fated
leap because I'm sweaty and the room stinks but I certainly believe the environment
is definitely driving me a little nuts.
But today feels great. The mental work is over and the only thing to concentrate on
is just listening to Bikram and going to class.
