Everything Zen (I Don't Think So)

Monday night, I attended a beginner zen meditation class in Soho.

Growing up, I was always the quiet kid in school. You want to know what happens when you don't talk much for the first two decades of your life?

Your head gets utterly fucked up.

I can't stop my brain.

For two hours, I waged a war against the onslaught of thoughts ramming through my head. It's a small wonder I can ever manage to fall asleep. I miss the comfort in being sane.