The Faux Pas Press #106
Passed All That
By Jason Fresh
The past haunts me. "Jason, bro, you can't be living in the past. You know what my therapist told me? If you've got one foot in the past and one foot in the future then you shit on today. Live in the now. Have you read The Power of Now? OH.....so good. Be present." I love many people who say shit like this (man, I say shit like this). However, I can't bring myself to be a genuine practitioner of NOW. I'm writing about my day. How the hell am I supposed to do that without the past. I'm marinating my balls in the past right now - like an Italian woman marinates meatballs in that delicious sauce to which everyone but me has the secret recipe. I am breathing in the now, presently writing whatever horseshit spills from my fingers, writing about past, present, future, the non-existent, the delusional, and whatever else I can muster in order stay sane (not working by the way). I went to a Mormon church service today. This has become a veritable abomination of the original script. (You guys are supposed to be living in communal bliss with 13 wives a piece and pioneer indignation. What happened to the pioneer shit?) I went to make piece with the past, forgive the entire damned establishment for indoctrinating me like those poor kids that died in Jonestown. (Extreme? Not really. You got 15 kids getting up there talking about Joseph and Thomas S. Monson, spouting whatever horseshit they've been taught. Now you see where I get it.) But I've not made piece with the past anymore than I sit fully in the present. I enjoyed the service though. I think I'll keep going - everyone there will have to keep forgiving me for wearing a dress and a feather scarf. Anyway, I went to yoga. (Bikram, one day I will thank you personally and then challenge you to a foot race or a duel to the death.) I lay in corpse pose after an exhausting 26 asanas. I forgave the past for what it wasn't - I thanked it for what it was. Now, I'm in better shaped to deal with NOW - and hopefully not fuck up the future. Ciao!?!?
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