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Mindfulness Bah. Humbug. I spit on it.
I drag it through the mud. I crucify it.
Mindfulness – a term created by who?
Someone who does not fully understand the joy
of sitting mindlessly in front of a TV set, computer monitor
I-phone, or I-pad, that’s who.

Who ARE these idiots? Why do they think they are superior?
With their haughty eleven letter word that meant nothing 
until one of them thought it up and started shoving it down our throats.
Well, mindfulness, you are not comfortable to me, and you never will be.
My throat is closed. Covid19 closed to your stupid mindful ways.

I have shut my mind to you because I adore sitting in a stupor
daydreaming of being in a different place, and having a better life
I can blissfully sit mindlessly in front of a monitor fighting bad guys,
watching their blood gush. 
If I get bored, guess what? I can switch to word games or
a video or a movie, and watch until I am as dead as a stuffed beaver.
Staring at something, without even caring what the hell it is.
Giving myself an out from life.
Giving myself a chance to rejuvenate
so I can face work tomorrow.

So stuff it mindfulness. 
You are supposed to show us how to relax?
You do not know what the hell
you are talking about…..
Relaxation is going into lah lah land doing NOTHING
being totally not-mindful, you idiot!

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