I Hate Yoga
The thing about yoga is, I can't do it. In fact, it makes me angry and frustrated to try. It doesn't help that all these other people in my direct line of sight are effortlessly supple, flexible, and graceful. That just makes me more angry and frustrated.
My stubby things called legs and arms are simply unsuited to the task of doing the poses. Of course, there is the stubby-limbed girl on the other side of the classroom who seems to have no problem. But she's a girl, right? Girls are more flexible than boys. End of story.
Maybe my torso is too long. Or the proportions in general are wrong. In any case, I've never been flexible, not even when I was young. I was pulling my hamstring muscles when I was 13. Why am I trying to do yoga? What am I, an idiot? A glutton for punishment?
I'm at a yoga studio called 7th Heaven. Feh. All these people with serene looks and supple bodies. Feh.
