Did I Mention That I Stopped Going To Yoga?

My friend talked me into going to yoga this morning. I hadn’t been in a while for two reasons: a) I keep re-injuring my back (yoga is dangerous), and b) LA yoga teachers scare me. It seems that in LA it’s taken for granted that any and all skills and talents that haven’t found outlet in other parts of society can be brought to a yoga class (i.e., singing, comedy, guitar, group therapy). Which would be fine if I was planning on going to day camp instead of somewhere to stretch my body out and think about my week. These days, it seems the teaching of the actual “positions” has been relegated to an elementary status with an “anyone can teach that” attitude.

I’ve always been a little wary of the chanting, instruments, self-help spirituality talk, and hands on chiropractic adjustments. We are so involved in virtual worlds, that sildenafil delivery we forget those people who we love. Many times it has been observed that men consuming panax ginseng could perform significantly better during sexual intercourse and free sample of levitra maintaining erection than ever before. Best sources include olives, olive oil, nuts, beans, oily fish like salmons etc., When you have an increase in sperm count, it also means that you are fertile enough to reproduce. viagra canada sales So it is viagra free shipping always advised to contact doctor and then look out for the treatment. But the singing is what really drives me nuts. I’m just not prepared to be an audience…

Today, I arrived 15 minutes late and, still, was subjected to ten minutes of sanskrit singing that, according to my friend, whose patience were tried as well, went on for TWENTY MINUTES!

I guess he noticed that some of us were fidgeting or moving out of the “position” (I think we were supposed to be on our stomachs with our hands outreached), and told us that we needed to practice PATIENCE. Like priests or therapists, yoga teachers like to turn it around on the client. But is it really our fault if we’re bored to tears? Are you trying to teach us a life skill or indulging your inner-karaoke champion?

I’ve said it before and I’ll said it again, Yoga Teachers in LA are drunk with power. If we’re not careful, we’re going to find ourselves in a hybrid group massage/ therapy session/12-step meeting/free form dance class/a capella singing group, while a guy with dreadlocks and baggy pants practices ritual self-abuse before he gets taken away by the police and we all wonder why we were planning on giving him our $15.

Just for today, I can practice yoga.