The Sheila Variations

The story of Competition Boy

This story is so amusing. I've been to yoga classes, meditation classes, and I know JUST what she is talking about. The "competitive" yoga person, the "competitive" meditation person, the person in the class who NEEDS to be the teacher's pet ... But read her description. This woman can WRITE.

I'm not the only one who's annoyed by Competitive Boy, by the way. People shift uncomfortably when he speaks. Their eyes glaze over and they stare into space. But this is a gentle group, a nonconfrontational group, and if Competitive Boy wants to monopolize class time pontificating about the merits of cleaning out the linen closet in his father's apartment so that he'll have a "sacred uninterrupted space" in which to meditate, well, no one is going to challenge him.

And ...

And then we closed with "check-in," a time during which each group member briefly relates something they learned or appreciated about that evening's class. I wanted to say that I had learned I hate Competitive Boy.

Heh heh. But there's more.

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