Hold the Meditation
Lit Up – April’s Writing Prompt: Distraction
It’s difficult to reach enlightenment with people fighting over inbreeding in the street below. “I didn’t shag my cousin!” Just block out out the screaming match. You are the monk of urban decay.
“Aye, you did, ya big tramp!”
“Who you calling a tramp? You’ve shagged more guys than I’ve had hot dinners.” I try to focus on my smiling buddha and picture of Tony Soprano and let every frustration and thought about telling these people to shut up pass without judgement.
“You want slapped?”
“That’s it! I’m gonnae kick your arse!” Stop letting that fight distract you from spiritual enrichment.
“AHHH!” Don’t look out the window, don’t get involved. Them killing each other has nothing to do with you reaching nirvana. Let someone else stop it.
“Right, come on, girls! Stop this fighting!” See, this person will bring it to an end and restore a bit of order.
“Girl? Who you calling girl? Don’t call me girl, ya patronising dick!”
“Aye, keep out this! This is between me and the cousin-shagger!” My mind is melting here. Enlightenment might as well be in another galaxy. I feel rage and nothing but it. My window opens in tandem with my mouth.
