Relating to others.

Since I resigned from my high profiled CEO job, to follow my passion and be a full time psychic, I figured I better get things in gear and start to take this intuitive business, seriously. As a psychic, people generally are dealing with an issue when they consult an oracle. I do have to admit, just having left the software world, the definition of Oracle is anything but, solving issues. 

I see people with all sorts of issues. Fears, love and money. With a recent client with a mild case of claustrophobia, I figured the best way to understand how they feel is to go to the Boulder Apple Store at 10am on a Tuesday. By Apple I mean computers, not apples. Although, if apple stores existed, Boulder Colorado would be the first to open one. Right next to the mirror store. 

It wasn't 2 seconds after I opened the big glass doors, to find myself staring right into an iPore. You may be wondering what an "iPore" is. It's a pore on the face of an Apple Rep. With the lack of iPersonal space, in a store that clearly was violating fire codes, the iPores of Adam, the apple rep, was what I could see. That is how close I was to him. I asked him for help with my iPhone, to which he led me though the frat party sea of people to Rebecca. Rebecca, I noticed had an iPimple, as I could not help but fixate on it, while I talked to her, inches from her face. At least I had a focal point in the chaos. She specializes in iPhone applications. We chatted and shared stories about our favorite applications. I even let her know that one application of soap, might clear up her iPimple.   

As scores of people, rubbed by me and breathed on me I felt myself tense. I found my breath getting shorter and shorter as I looked for the emergency exits, as my own iPores began to sweat. I was in a sea of nerds and could not get out. I felt panic. The only redeming quality about the store is that it must have been designed by a gay virgo, who appreciates nice clean lines, that provide order in madness. He did a good Jobs. iParted ways with Rebecca, after I could not handle it anymore and left the sea of tight knit misery. 

I learned one thing. Only that we are all one, sometimes by virtue of proximity. 

Comments

[Gab]

I don't do well in crowds either. Congrats on your full-time pursuits!!!