Okay, there is definitely some weirdness afoot. I don't know what its being caused by, or if its only me; but I feel like the world has changed somehow, or that something is looming. Whether its good or bad, I have no idea, and because I've experienced a similar sensation in the past; I feel equipped to deal with whatever it is.
It all started with a haircut, basically. I felt a little "off" before going, but nothing out of the ordinary. It was likely the residual effect of being unemployed, and being unsure of what my day was going to be like.
So, getting out of my car near the barber shop, I had to deposit my GST cheque at the bank and walking the short distance there, made me feel a bit like a fish out of water. Again, no big deal, as this "I don't belong on this planet" feeling has been dealt with and accepted before. Several times.
Except, as I was walking to the bank, I looked inside the barbershop and saw a pretty blond lady and thought, "boy, what a pretty blond lady she is. Guess she's a customer, or one of the girlfriends/wives of a guy getting his haircut".
Turns out, she was a new employee there. I didn't manage to catch her name, but even though a few other guys were waiting their turn; she asked if I wanted a haircut, and I said yes.
And I got a bit more than I expected.
The first thing I did after telling her all I wanted was a trim; was to zone out on the TV at her station. It was playing an episode of M.A.S.H, which isn't a show I was particularly interested in watching. But, I didn't feel like making conversation either, and so I stared at the screen while she worked.
Then, she asked me how my day was going. Usual chit-chat, and I thought, "okay, looks like a conversation is going to happen regardless" and I told her how I was still adjusting from night shift, and that waking up at 2pm made it feel like my day didn't really start. Wasn't going to tell her about the Dickshark review I wrote earlier. thats for sure.
And from there on, it all went bananas. Full on, with ice cream, strawberries and whipping cream on top. She unloaded on me. All sorts of topics were discussed in the short span of what must have been 15 minutes.
Here is what I learned about her.
She has only been there for a month. Does not watch TV, because she thinks there is propaganda and a lot of negativity. She was in a bad car accident last year, and was born with an extra rib. She loathes the health-care system, and does not believe in a child needing to be put into daycare. She is interested in women taking more of a centre stage, and not having men get all the credit for achieving whatever is important in this world (ie. she brought up some documentary about three women being responsible for the equations developed in order to send a man to the moon in the 60s). And.. what else? Hmm. She only watches Netflix, loves science-fiction, and get this.. loves schlocky b-grade kung fu movies from the 70s with subtitles.
She was a woman after my heart.
And that's not all, either. I think the biggest revelation she dropped, was when she told me about she was abused as a child. Right there in the barbershop, with people within ear shot. I was kind of embarrassed about hearing this confession, even though I appreciated her candor. It was just.. too personal to be telling a random stranger who she known for only a few minutes, isn't it?
And.. huh. It all felt weird. Especially when she described herself as an empath, and it shot in me a moment of recognizance with when Melissa (the bdsm 23 year old) told me that I was an empath as well. We discussed that for a bit, and I reminded her of the importance of self-awareness and self-control as far as managing her sensitivities go. Told her to look into Buddhism. And gave her some other insights here and there, such as how it doesn't really matter who gets elected President of the United States, what matters is the type of people they are surrounded with, etc.
It was a long, crazy, intense discussion. And she missed a spot on the back of my head, so now I have a small clump that is longer than the rest. Ugh. Still though, it was worth it. I'm excited to see her again.
Yeah.. I love these conversations I have with random people. Especially these kinds, where they just treat me like one of their own, and admit to their deepest thoughts and secrets. I always try and be cordial and informative and sympathetic, so its a mutually beneficial synergy that I don't diminish the importance of. Or marginalize or dismiss in any way. Sure, she was probably a crazy chick, but I really appreciated her treating me as a confident. Don't mind that at all. In fact, I wish more people would have the balls to lay out their life and passions and thoughts like she did.
And.. yeah. That was it, basically. The weird feeling persisted after I left, from when I picked up coffee at McDonalds and a pizza sub at Subway, then the liquor store and finally home, to my laptop where I am now, making sure to type all this out so I don't forget any of the details.
The moon out there, felt.. odd. Not odd, odd, but odd in a reassuring way. It was a quarter moon, and hung in the sky by its lonesome, but there was something about it. Just like there was something about this feeling I get of being a fish out of water, and that perhaps the world did change in some subtle way and that perhaps there is something looming that will result in either a good or bad outcome.
I don't know how else to describe these sensations. I am apparently an empath, and putting words to my feelings sometimes seem inadequate. And I don't want to draw any crazy conclusions, either. I want to keep a level head about it all. Impending doom, or forthcoming fortune; whatever will happen, if anything at all, is something I will deal with when it arrives.
And now, time for Netflix. I didn't catch the lady's name, or asked her; but I threw in a recommendation for Black Mirror, since she likes science-fiction. I should probably have warned her that it was somewhat depressing to watch, even though it's absolutely a fascinating glimpse into a possible future for mankind.
Well..
Guess I might watch some Luke Cage.
"The past is the past, and the only direction that matters, is moving forward."
Good show so far.
