Changing Undies

Saggy Y Fronts

Women and their emotions what a phenomena [fi-nom-uh-nuh]. I probably should of called this post toilet paper as it would of been more suitable to actually describe the rapidly changing emotions and hormones that is going on when 8 women from different pockets of the globe (Germany, USA and Oz) are deposited randomly into a room share situation in an ashram in the rural North India to complete a  yoga teacher training course whereby self exploration is a common objective... and therefore mood swings by the hour be part of the daily routine. For the most part we all work pretty well together for a bunch of strangers, but over time your own self exploration becomes about how you feel about other people in your face and space... firstly because you have none and secondly that's why we are all here, our changing perception of the world.

I'm Australian so I'm a huge fan of what we call "wingeing" similar to the English terms, moaning and complaining. I don't winge nearly as much as I used to because I am now able to remove myself or avoid situations that disgruntle me. But sometimes you are tempted to ask, am I impatient? negative? intolerant? a plain ol bitch? Well I would love to answer this and say HELL NO! but to a proportionate degree I believe I am all of the above, in which proportions remains questionable to ones mood on any given day. Today its obviously higher than lower but generally speaking I think that the bitch-om-eter reading would remain fairly low and spike up when and if necessary.

Here's a tangent for ya!....

Observation  of ones thoughts is as intriguing as it is to wonder what kind of underwear someone is wearing, just like their mood. Plain, patterned, happy, sad, see through, emotional, sexy G-strings, extroverted, lace, outgoing, fishing twine, uncomfortable, Y-Fronts, conservative full brief, high wasted or saggy stretched almost ready to be thrown out.  Sometimes you will just never know or would be able to pick it... :-/ Though it may just be me that wonders about these sorts of things and can draw strange parrallels such as this, but somehow in this den of persepctives it is a frequently occuring attribute that exists within. I call it a gift. :)