Today, as I arrived at work, one of my colleagues was standing outside smoking. She said; “Jesus, you look dangerous!” “Eeh, wut?” I asked her. “You know, just the way you walk over, all broad and intimidating,” she responded. “Oh, thanks…I think,” I stammered. A compliment…maybe.
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Uhm.. chicks like danger, she was hitting on you?
No, she really wasn’t. At least, I don’t think so. She’s 15 years older than I am, and she’s my colleague.
Warrior walk. Powerful aura. Told ya! :)
I had this girl at a renaissance faire tell me I had a really screwed up aura. She was one of them goth-hippies. Luckily I had a bunch of Bulldrekkers with me to chase her away.
Did she manage to shout screwed up how while running away? :)
I knew one person back home (a psychic my mom knew) who supposedly “saw” auras. According to her, every person had one dominant color in it. There was a hierarchy or colors and if you evolved and behaved and basically grew up as a human being you were supposed to go up this color ladder in your next reincarnations (rarely within the same lifetime). I didn’t like mine (she said it was orange) and decided to speed up the process of going up this ladder by surrounding myself with the color which was next in this hierarchy (green). I was 11 or so. Green is my favorite color till now. :)