I started to go on yoga and this week I planned 5 lessons for myself, well, because it's necessary for health. Twice a week I want to study myself (if I do), twice in a yoga studio and once more with a Russian girl. Yesterday was the first lesson with the Russian - and I am bombed directly, to what I do not like exalted swaggering yogis who preach yoga as a philosophy, the diseased knees are pride and that's it. I generally began to be afraid of people who are going to preach to me and teach me to live. And all very much want to do it - the masseuse says that my body feels a lack of identification (yes that's it), so I need to find a job. So that.
When everything happened, a very strong anger awoke in me. To merge it was very pleasant, I gladly began to gnaw people behind my ears, quarrel with grandmothers, step on their feet climbing without queue, rinse the corporate culture of Italian telecom operators, blame doctors for their incompetence and desire for profit ... In short, I woke up Adolf 80 years old, who wants to shoot someone. I used to be a very conflict-free person, but now I'm sitting and waiting "Come on, tell me something, I'm waiting!" I'm not talking about the desire to beat someone in the process, but then my decency stops me.
On Saturday we leave for Russia, again. This time Moscow - Siberia - Moscow, it is very interesting, that from this trip will come out.
And I also started a personal channel in the telegram
I write that the head will come, the diary somehow became weighed down with mental shit.
