buddhism and banking

sitting at my desk, my new found religious text in hand. i'm staring at a 45 degree angle (that's what they say to do, so i am), eyes half open, tongue pushed to the top of my mouth against my teeth. i'm breathing through my nose, not making much noise because thats bad and distracting to other people meditating. hands pushed together, raised nose height and then --

my first moment of realization. a thought. thoughts are bad when you're meditating and blogging is just as bad i suppose but george oh well, i'm doing it anyways.

i'm a white male, which means i can't blame store clerks for giving me eyes as i shop, for not getting into bars or from booking tee times at the golf course, but now that i'm budhist allow me to shelve my quest for self realization aside and point the finger for a moment.

the bank! it's a systematic prejudice geared towards those who want not to sell but to search their souls and better themselves.

you see, now that i'm budhist greed has no place in my life, and apparently neither does sex so maybe i'll just take yoga classes, but nevermind that.

greed. i need to be greedy to succeed in the buisness world, it's cut throat, jugulars only, forget the organs. if i want a better job i need to make more sales, that's the bottom line. if i don't, well, forget that new job, the one you might want regardless of the financial gains. self fullfillment right? see, i'm already thinking like a buddhist.

perhaps the whole world is against buddism? installing escalators on every stairway to catch the robes and suck the buddhist's down into the turn buckle, destroying them all, one at a time. maybe i'm reaching, but thats what my freedom as a member of a religious minority.

really though, clearning your thoughts does feel good. passing moments seem cluttered with the useless sites and sounds of the city. advertisements, cars moving past, people yelling. it's nice to be able to retreat away from all of it, even if it isn't in a literal way.

so it's time to return back to my position. to sit at my desk, press my hands together, to stare at a 40 degree angle and ponder my place in this anti buddhist world.