Emily nodded at Bruce, seeing far too much of herself in his words. It was the being alone part that always tended to be hard on her. Even now, alienated from her friends she'd latched onto the first sympathetic ear she could find. It had been her undoing more times than she could count over the years.
"Meditation?" Emily asked him curiously. "I don't think I would be very good at that. I'm kind of high strung." She smiled at him slightly. "In case you hadn't already noticed."
She smiled at him again, lost in a memory. "I tried to take this yoga class once and the instructor kept telling me to be the tree. I mean, what does that even mean? Be the tree. I tried to be the tree but then I kept thinking about this one time in high school wood shop, I got this really big freakin' splinter in my palm and it took the school nurse and a gigantic pair of tweezers to pull it out of my hand and then it was bleeding all over my new white skirt." She explained to him.
"I kind of sucked at being the tree." She summarized.