I went to a sound bath yesterday. Gongs and singing bowls. There was a crowd of people for the event. It was free and we were lucky to get in. We had to sit on a bench in the back of the room. I wanted to lay down. I was disappointed. I'm from a culture were we can fit five people in the trunk of a Nissan Sentra, so in my mind there was a lot of space being wasted, but there was nothing I could do to change it.
A man and a toddler sat down next to me. The man had a strange odor to him. I was trying to convince myself that bringing a kid to a sound bath was a good idea. I was interested to see the response of the kid to the sound. I wondered if it would calm him down. It didn't. The kid started to squirm and vocalize two gongs in and the man stood up and walked off.
I was having difficulty sitting still. I'd close my eyes only to open them moments later to have a look around. A woman had fallen asleep and was snoring. Another woman stood up and got something out of her purse. I closed my eyes and tried to think of love and patience, but soon opened them to find a man in his thirties holding a skateboard with orange wheels, tiptoeing through the mass of bodies that were laying on the floor. He was looking for a place to land. He found a spot next to me. There's something about a thirty year old man holding a skateboard with orange wheels at a sound bath that I found amusing.
If I was a woman, I wouldn't sleep with him.
If I was a woman, I wouldn't sleep with him.
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