calm confusion

My first move was to run down de road and buy a pink and grey yoga mat. I was very excited about my first yoga class. I pictured a group of people standing in front the Taj Mahal in dotis and wife beater vests, the wind blowing lazily, and Mahatma Ghandi directly us in unison to become the change we want to see in the world. I already had my outfit picked out. My blue hemp rasta t shirt, black tights and pink slippers. I walked up de road with my mat and bottle of water and into the classroom. Looking around, I tried not to react outwardly to what I saw. The little guy to my left decked in nylon tights, squashing his balls into the crease of his pelvic bone and thigh, the guy next to him coming up to about my waist in height, covered in tattoos from the tips of his ears to his knees; the surfer in board shorts trying to look like he walked into "how to be a dickhead 101"; the lady who needed 4 mats... I was so excited! These are my people, where have they been hiding! ...