Fake fake fakers fake. Two girls yabbered throughout the yoga session today. First, one loud girl proclaimed to everyone (and to the instructor) that "I'm not good so I want to be in the back so no one looks at me, ok?" and then proceeded to gab to her late arriving friend about Jake and his slut of a girlfriend and how he was at the party last weekend with someone else and maybe he's not that serious into said slut. I couldn't hear very well since I was trying to meditate before the class. Goddam they were annoying.
They snickered whenever they couldn't hold a pose during class. And the loud girl, instead of flowing with the class through her poses, randomly decided she's going to show off by doing headstands. What. The. Fuck.
At the last Parrvrtta Parsvakonasana pose, they started exhaling like sea lions, and during the corpse asana, they started cackling and blubbering like babies. Like literally blubbering "Bbbbbbppppthhh." I mean, you're suppose to let go and breathe deeply, but really -- they were silly stuck up boors who wanted attention at the worst and had such a horrid lack of sensitivity to other people at the least.
I hate that. I think all the crappy problems in the world -- why people don't get along and why there's so much SHIT happening -- is because people don't have empathy and understanding for other people. Like those ascot wearing assholes in restaurants who think because they can afford to eat a $75 meal, the waiters are their servants. Listen lardasses, this isn't the 18th century and you are not aristocracy. And all you do is show that you have zero class.
I hope these girls aren't regulars. If so, I'm going to situate myself in front of them and lay a really big fart next time.