I posted something snarky on Twitter. (I know, it doesn't seem like much. But.) Le Snark popped into my head when I walked around in stylish shoes after being in silent meditation for a week (featuring Birkenstocks, socks, slipper socks, monkey socks) in the Land of Enlightenment, aka the Insight Meditation Society.
I wasn't going to tweet the possibly-insulting-to-Quakers-Tweet, but then I did. It is an experiment. I'm watching my body to see how it responds to this moral transgression. The Buddha taught that our bodies are the first part of us to register moral responses to ourselves and the world. Can't say I've spent much time noticing that, but by golly! This is going to change.
Here's the Tweet: QUAKERISM: AN OPPORTUNITY TO WEAR UGLY SHOES AND FEEL SMUG ABOUT IT.
I know, not a big deal. Sherman is laughing at me for being so effin' sensitive. Yeah, but you weren't raised Quaker, SHERMAN.
Okay, Quakers can be hip and edgy. Got it.
Granted, most people won't be offended by it because Quakers have practiced modesty so well that nobody knows them. (Knowing OF them is another story) People might be surprised by my little snark. Quakers are all saints, right? Not.
So far, I feel a nervous flutter in my stomach and an ohgodwhathaveIdone tension pressing from the top of my head and clamping my eyes.