Saturday, September 14, 2013

My inner child has an umbrella
While F was out getting our car back, I was at a postural workshop taught by this lovely person named Patrizia. It was love at first sight: she has lived in New York and Hawaii and speaks English perfectly and knows about bioenergy. Then I found out that she is only a consultant and would never want to work in this "den of snakes" with me. Well, you can't blame a girl for trying.


Anyway, there I was drawing a picture of either my inner child or what someone living in my genitals would look like. I didn't quite get where she was going with that so I drew someone who I really hope is not living in my genitals as she had an umbrella, and that would hurt. And I was right next to Giacomo and Chiara, my boss and his assistant, and Ginetta, the teacher with whom I exhanged words earlier in the week. We lay down on these nylon skis with rods in them to align your back while we breathed deeply. It would have been even more relaxing if everytime I closed my eyes, I didn't imagine my coworkers with knives pointed at me, but it was still pretty relaxing. At the break, Patrizia, unknowingly, put me with Ginetta to talk about our feelings. I tried to clear the air about the other day, and she said that she knew that I didn't stay late to mess her up on purpose. It didn't seem that way at the time, but if it's true that is good news. Then she talked to me about her menstrual cycle as if she really wanted to be my friend. Maybe she was just hormonal the other day, god knows I wouldn't hold a grudge about that. Once again, I had a glimmer of hope that in five or six years they might just stop not liking me just because it is so old hat.

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