Wednesday, September 23, 2009

That's s-a-n-c-t-i-m-o-n-i-o-u-s. Yes, with an "s."

ThoughtSpot: Behind the Scenes! *roll camera*

The title of today's blog was almost, "Really? You took the elevator to the second floor?"

I IM'd my friend about this guy who did just that. We spent the better part of 30 seconds imagining what kind of seemingly able-bodied person carrying french fries would take an elevator up one flight. (Full disclosure: I love french fries. I just had them with a salad for dinner.) We broke down the life of said mystery creature before moving on to easier targets: kids with leukemia.

And then, as I was entering the parking garage at work tonight, I instinctively rushed to get the last spot on a crowded elevator. The doors closed. I pushed 2.


Today I was thinking about the first time I assisted a yoga camp. I really, really wanted to be an assistant. When I went through the program as a student, the assistants I had were effortlessly cool and worked the room with compassion and grace, fostering this really great experience.

It took me over a year and a half to get my own chance. When I finally did, I was so excited and honored and determined not to f*ck up. I wanted to help create the same amazing environment that my assistants had done for me. So I freaked out when I found myself bugged out by the girl who asked a zillion questions just to get noticed. (There's one in every group.) I tried to force myself to focus on her redeeming qualities, but the more I tried the more annoyed I got.

And then at lunch maybe two days in, the other assistants, the teacher, and I were sitting around eating lunch. The lead assistant commented on the boring rhetoric coming from Pointless Question Girl. I stared at her, scared to speak. My teacher agreed with my friend. I was stunned. They said what I was thinking, but that I didn't have the balls to say. I had assumed that since they were so awesome that they couldn't possibly notice annoying human traits. (And then I started to wonder what they'd said about me...)

The point is, the experience was pivotal for me. I felt this permission to be honest. I mean, I still thought, "You're asking dumb questions," when she'd raise her hand, but it was also kinda like, "Yeah, so what?" I saw her again at future trainings, so evidently she had an alright time too. In the end, I think truth is way more compassionate than faking it anyway.

P.S. And yes, K, patchouli DOES suck.


Joslyn Hamilton said...

The only thing worse than patchouli is nag champa. I should know. I was probably the assistant talking shit about the overtalker, wasn't I? That sounds like me. - Joslyn

vanessa said...

I'm inconsistent about this one -- I like nag. It reminds me of when I used to have this yoga practice.

And... at the table: you, me, JY and W.

peewee said...

That BETTER not have been ME

peewee said...


peewee said...

It was totally me, wasn't it.

vanessa said...

Ha! You weren't there actually. And you're not the girl who asks a million pointless questions. You're the girl who rolls her eyes at the girl asking a million pointless questions.