I have time to kill before I get my aura photographed.

Herein please find a conversation representative of my SARK yoga weekend. 

SARK workshop participant with whom I sat at lunch:  “I was torn between a Mac or a PC.  And I want a Mac because everyone that I see who has one is happy.  I want to be happy.

Me:  “Well, correlation isn’t necessarily causation, is it?”

Her:  “What?”

Me:  “I have a Mac and I wouldn’t attribute any psychic features to it.  All happiness I feel is pretty unrelated to my computing platform.  Though, it is easier to deal with viruses.”

Her:  “Well, you know what?  This isn’t about you.  This is about me.  I’m talking about my world, how I view it through my eyes.  And I see people with Macs are happier and I know that is what is true for me.

Me (in my head):  Oh.  This is how it is in your world.  Right.  Sorry.  Gee, I wonder what color the sky is in your world too.

Her:  “Did you see that?  I totally stood up for my space there.  Go me.”

Me (in my head):  I’m totally blogging this.

Me (out loud, with the brightest fake smile I could plaster on my face):  Buh-bye.

Not that this related, but this same woman wanted SARK to not only sign her book.  She also encouraged her to lick it.  Lick it. 

Yeah. 

Who knew I would long for the sweet, predictable antics of drunken undergraduates?  Maybe that’s why they call this a retreat.  Because that is your only recourse at the end of the weekend.  To retreat as fast as your feet will carry you.