Idols

I learned to meditate from a Yoga teacher who was so slim, you barely noticed he was there. And he would say things like “breathe in breathe out” in a voice that he thought was soothing, but actually sounded like cats fighting. He would always push me to do more, to be better, to start a family, but then one day I met him outside of school, at a restaurant and I wished him good morning at around 6 pm. He never spoke to me since.

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