Thoughtful Thursday: Because It Is About Time I Knew…

When I was little, I can remember hearing people talk about Hare Krishna, most of the time with a laugh in their voice.

I can also remember seeing them on television in shows or movies, dancing around, all smiley with flowers.  And always at airports.

Thing is, I always thought people were saying Harry Krishna.

Like it was some dude named Harry.  Last name Krishna.

And I thought damn, all those people LOVE this dude.

They are all happy, dancing about like they’ve not a care in the world.

I mean, they even wanted to LOOK like him.

(Yes, I thought they were all dressing like him, shaved head and robe).

I didn’t really think that much about.

I mean, it didn’t keep me up at nights.

I was too busy plotting a way to convince my parents that I HAD TO HAVE the newest Cabbage Patch Kid Preemie.

But nonetheless, I still pretty much thought that all these people were obsessed with this Harry dude.

But I knew that people also said they were a cult and I knew that was a bad thing.

So I figured this Harry dude had some kind of idiot spell on all these people that made them want to look just like he did, dance around in airports while handing flowers to those arriving.

I’m ashamed to admit that it isn’t until recently that I discovered it isn’t Harry, but Hare.

I still don’t know that much about them, but I willing to bet my childhood assumptions aren’t too far off base.

Ya know, Hare is stupid name for bald-headed, robe wearing, dancing florist.