Really. Today as I was driving to Petsmart, a Lincoln Continental filled with Buddhist Monks drove by. It was so surreal -- all these men with shaved heads in orange robes in a very new tan Lincoln? They had the requisite "stuff" on the back shelf under the window (in this case, it was two orange Asian-style pillows... those horrible round ones in silk with embroidered panels on top). Anyhow on Sunday the Asian siblings, Tammy & Victor on The Amazing Race, went under a bridge and cat-called to a bunch of monks walking overhead...
It's just got me thinking lately that I have no religion. My mother is Buddhist -- she became very devout while my parents were divorcing. She'd drag me to the temple twice weekly and would spend lots of time in front of her mini home-shrine, chanting and burning incense... it was such an embarassment to me at the time. I now know that she really needed it, that she might've shut down otherwise and she couldn't do that when she had a kid to take care of. The only thing I got out of her return to her religion was participation in the marching band (she briefly joined an Nichiren sect and this was their kind of "Sunday School" for kids). Whatever, I was happy I finally got to play the piccolo -- a sad substitution for the flute, but close enough... it wasn't as unwieldy as my cello.
Are these signs pointing me in a certain direction? Are they? I've been going through a minor crisis of self image, would meditating help me here? It's just really weird. I tend to read into things a bit much, but this seems so obvious.
Anyhow, check out this pillow wig. Sorry to get so tangential, but I was looking for an image of one of those round pillows and found this instead.