Meditation

Alright, this is going to start out differently than I thought. Because... lots of things. Anyway, "meditation" reminds me of Owen Wilson because "meditation" is only a small hop away from "mediation" which is an interesting business approach, paying anyone for consulting services because you're mad but not mad enough to involve more official people which is the main reason I watched that one show with Sarah Shum-aloom-ading-dong (I straight-up cannot remember what her name is, and I could just imdb.com it but I'm on a roll here!)), and that's also what redhead lady... AMY ADAMS, that's her name, does in that one movie where she's a princess and whats-his-face is a divorce lawyer and she ruins everything by getting the couple back together, and that's also what Owen Wilson and Vince whats-his-face do in that Wedding Crashers movie. And also, Isla Fischer is in that movie, and I bet she meditates. Probably.

Hollywood types supposedly like yoga. I don't think I quite see the appeal, but that might just be my blanket disapproval of exercise. Maybe if exercise involved more movie watching, then I could get into that. Maybe I'll start the next season of Alias today and do some lunges. I saw this thing on the internet that said lunges are good for your butt. (Oooh, "lunges" just looks like I'm really having a hard time spelling "lungs"... interesting. It's spelled fairly simply, but it does NOT look like it sounds.)

On second thought- Nah.

So I came here to mark this occasion, and it's already over, because in the process of wanting to mark it, I stopped it. I realized that I wasn't thinking about anything. My mind "was" a blank. My mind is never a blank. I'm not saying it's all about profound spurts of wisdom, rolling around in my skull 27/7, but I'm usually at least thinking about my hair. I'm pretty shallow when it comes to hair, really. Which is so annoying. Then I think about how annoying that is. Then that inevitably reminds me of something else- AND OH MY GOD- I just realized that "remind" has "mind" in it, and there's like little Spongebobs running around the office in your brain, looking through all the filing cabinets, going through the mind process and re-doing it, thinking about it for the second time. WHOA.

So, with my mind blank, like it WAS, and may never be again, I might have been able to meditate. Like, legs crossed applesauce, finding nirvana, floating a few inches off the floor.

I don't think I'm missing out, really.