The Quirky Girls in New Age Stores

The next people I met were the kind, quirky girls working in the new age store close by. Being so far away from home I needed some comfort, something familiar and straight away I searched for crystal and new age shops. Ritual arts appeared on my screen stating that it was a seven minute walk away. Without sounding too airy, it definitely called to me from the start. I’ve been in three or four times since I have arrived, each time welcomed by a different girl, but in a way they were the same.

All were very friendly and all were striking. The first, I would have mistaken for a mermaid or fairy. She had cropped bleach blonde hair and a iridescent green tank top. The next were two girls, probably my age. One was having an animated conversation with a young boy who I walked behind into the store. He had obviously just graduated high school and they were discussing potential areas for him to live. He was seething about his mother and his aunt, but in a sort of happy way, as if they amused more than bothered him. They didn’t want to come in he would tell the skeletal girl with a mousey bob and hairy armpits, they didn’t like this sort of devil stuff. The other girl, the slightly quieter seeming one, was clearly more professional. It’s not that she seemed to disapprove of her colleagues overzealousness, more that that sort of behaviour didn’t suit her. She saw me eyeing up the tarot cards.

“Anything in particular you want to know about Tarot?”, she asked, as if knowing I would turn her down. I told her I’d done a lot of research already, that the Raider-Waite was best for beginners, correct? She agreed with me and brought me over to the cash register. Two young looking teenage girls had arrived in at this point and were gushing over the large in house cat. I inwardly agreed with them, he was outrageously beautiful and did give off mystic vibes. But they were rather annoying and in the way of my purchase. The sales girl kindly, but rather sternly, told them to take him away to the desk adjacent to hers, as she was trying to help another customer (me). I’d imagine they get this kind of customer a lot. The people who come in to gawk at the collections of gemstones and play with the animals, and that’s fine. But I’d imagine it gets tiresome on days where they might prefer serious customers.

I used to laugh at “all that new age stuff”, but I’ve honestly always believed in magic. I think you have to, otherwise the world becomes too depressing, pessimism takes over. Or maybe that’s just me.

The cashier chatted to me briefly. She reminded me of me a little. Shy but forward. She had strawberry blonde hair, long except for the right side which was buzzed short. I liked it. She was equally striking as the mousey girl, but in a more subtle way. I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I felt a connection with her. A stranger like that. But I think it was just an equal appreciation for the simple things- like putting annoying people in their place.

The boy who I had followed into the store kindly told me how much he loved my tattoo as I was paying for my new deck of cards. I thanked him, shocked, and he continued to tell me how much he loved my whole style, that I had a really good “vibe” going on. I was lifted. He gave me a little bit of his sunshine and I appreciated it. So I told him what I thought of him as I walked behind him before we walked into the store. That he had phenomenal hair, I had never seen someone who suited their hairstyle so much. He thanked me also. It was the type of hair reminiscent of Leonardo Di Caprio in the nineties. Natural honey blond curtains with a middle parting- something not everyone could pull off as easily as he and Leo both did. A disastrous haircut for someone who’s face cannot carry it. There is an inner confidence that comes along with a ‘do like that. And this young boy had it. He was from Kansas from what I had overheard, a small town that he was eager to leave behind. Most likely because he was gay, I assumed. And from what he’d said about his mother and aunt, I didn’t blame him for wanting to escape.

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