Oh! For the Love of St Ambrose…

Over the past couple of months, I’ve spoken to more people than I care to count but there are a couple of sentences that I’ve heard time and time again that have a decided effect on me…

Isn’t it great to speak to like minded people?

and…

I’m going to tell you now, I’m a sceptic and a bit of a cynic…

Now… one of these sentences fills me with glee… the other makes me wish that someone would cosh me over the back of the head with a sockful of wet sand so that I don’t have to listen to what I know will come next…

Yeah… stop it you like minded people! You’re killing me with your overkill and overspill of TMI sharings and assumptions… I have ambivalent attitudes and opinions towards many things and I find it strange when people want to instantly connect and overly identify with me due to some perceived label or another… There are over 7 billion people on the planet, each with unique views and perspectives, what on earth makes you think that I am in total agreement with you on every issue that you care to raise?

But I guess I’m a sucker for punishment or maybe it’s just that I have a morbid sense of humour, so I will sit and listen while I’m being talked at, as that is what these opening gambits invariably lead into… a long scripted and overly rehearsed monologue which pauses only briefly to check my eyes… not for signs of boredom or for signs of emotional distress that should be being painfully felt by the self-confessed highly sensitive soul in front of me… but for a brief pause to gaze upon their reflection… to check their teeth for stray strands of spinach, before moving on to the next verse and chapter…

Fortunately, these are not my punters…

These are the flotsam and jetsam that wash up every so often on certain shores and bump against my table… informing me that they have no need of my services and that they don’t need readings as they are just so naturally evolved and self-aware and in tune with the cosmos…

And I smile and nod, repress the urge to shout ‘buzz off!!!’ and give silent thanks that I will just for today, not have to call upon St Ambrose to curtail any stinging remarks that I may feel stirring within and that just for today, my gift of the gab can remain in its box as I won’t be required to translate snark into pleasing melliferous tones to find a tactful way of saying… No, my love, the reason that you keep getting involved time and time again with men who use and abuse you is because you’re making shitty lifestyle choices and have low self-esteem… it really really is not because they sense you are an empath…

Mmm… the irony is, I am much more closely aligned with the cynics and sceptics…

The thing is with cynics, is that they like to ask questions and to date every cynic who has approached my table has been lured into sitting down and being read for. They are invariably polite, give great feedback and usually go away pondering on yet more questions that have opened up for them, so I was quite surprised a few days ago when I finished a reading and the guy turned around and said:

You know what? I’ve just spent 15 minutes listening to you talk and I am absolutely exhausted!

Oh! Cheers! Thanks a lot buddy! 😀

Oh! No no no! I don’t mean that in a negative way!  I work in a hugely stressful career and I never switch off or stop thinking about work and you’ve just made me pause and reflect in a way that really resonates, you’ve given me some sane and sensible advice that really relates to my life at present and I feel tired because this is the first time that I have actually relaxed in as long as I can remember… yeah… I want to thank you for that… I must do this more often…

Ah… cynics eh?

They say the sweetest things…

😉