When People Stare

I am a horrible person. Rude, uncouth, bizarre and out of control, so I’ve been told. Apparently, I’ve been this way since childhood. If you are looking for an upside to this, it seems I am less so nowadays. It may have something to do with retirement and not being out in public unless absolutely necessary. Unlike when I worked and had to be around other people almost every day of my life. Before that I was in school and it was the same story.

Everywhere I went there were crowds of people. No matter what I might try to do to hide, to be with my friendly angels away from the spiritual madness of the world. To the extent that my favorite place when I was in college was not hanging out with a group or sitting in a football stadium like many other men my age. I thrived in the basement of the university library. There were very few other people in those dank, dark rooms. Those who were present wanted silence. We all had our own research to do and papers to write.

It was a relief from the life outside those walls.

When I was not in the process of avoiding other people at earlier times in my life, I was told that I stare at them. The same is true now. Which I find interesting. I have always looked at people’s auras or halos, if you prefer. I look at their auras and wonder why they are the colors they are. What is it someone does to make it a particular mix of colors? Why do some people have auras so dark they appear black? What are the terrible things that person has done to deserve such a dismal aura?