Health Shops, Customers and Staff, So Weird …….

Health Shops, staff and customers.

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What’s going on here with health shops ? Why are their staff all so weird, and there customers so very self centered and self absorbed. I visit these places from time to time, as little as possible. Not because I want to, or particularly enjoy the food products on offer.

Quiet the opposite in fact, I find the food tasteless, bland and more akin to what I imagine ‘dog’s du dah’ would taste like, were one to indulge. I only visit these shops because of the so called benefits these food products give a person. Although I neither feel or look much better after indulging in same.

What I have noticed is the very strange atmosphere in the establishments. No matter which health shop I go into, no matter which city or country, its always the same. That weird atmosphere, which is of course a result of the energy the people in these shops are emanating. A self indulgent, me first mentality. What do I need to do to ensure my health and wellbeing. How can I make my skin look younger, and my body fitter. Even though the price of products in such shops, organic or not, is enough to make one gulp in surprise, and feel to need to lean against a strong wooden or concrete support to recover from the shock.

I am not against people looking after themselves as many do in gymnasiums, and the beauty counters of large department stores, but that’s a totally different atmosphere. Just what is it about health shops and there customers ? I have being trying to figure it out for years, but am no further along in my quest. Anyone reading this, who could possibly enlighten me, do get in touch.

I very much suspect were one of these customers were unable to purchase as an example, a packet of organic red lentils at such a shop, no doubt it would upset them for a week, possibly longer. An incident, that no doubt would necessitate sharing of their feelings about such a catastrophe at their local weekly encounter group. Followed in quick succession by much empathy, understanding, sage nodding of heads, and more that likely a group hug, possibly intermingled with tears.

Perhaps the suggestion of a reiki healing session with the local shaman would be offered, welcomed and acted upon, to help overcome such an injustice. Followed by some body therapy, such as a massage, offered by, usually some female with more, bangles, rings, earing like chandeliers adoring her ears, that could be found on a overly zealously dressed gypsy woman adorned for a night out.

In my mind’s eye I see the massage session complete with smudge stick’s, Buddha statues, dream catchers hanging from the ceiling, and a lilting backtrack of slow beating drums. Not to forget scented red candles, in a semi darkened room.

I am quiet convinced the previous leader of the Labour party in Britain, Jeremy Corbyn would have being one to frequent such places, and carry on as described above. It never gets any better, having to visit these places, which I will have to do, later today, only out of necessity, mind. Not like when I purposefully, but innocently wander through the make up / beauty section of the large department stores, on my way to the menswear section. As usual, I always allow myself a furtive, but quick glance at the lingerie section, you know yourself, which is generally nearby. A slight, but rather enjoyable detour to to peruse the pretty women on view, as an antidote the unsettling, raw brutality of a health shop visit.

Funny point is, neither customers , not staff in these shops look particularly healthy. I always wish to suggest to them to try a side of succulent beef, to tone up their pale, drawn out skin, and more than likely make them look miles younger than they currently are. What’s one less cow on the planet ? Sacrifices must be made in the pursuit of beauty, and youth. Take their skin from something akin to a dried out prune, and transform into more like ripe plumb. Maybe then they won’t look so miserable and worn out, with a personality to match, from indulging in a lifestyle, that on the surface may seem healthy, but is it making you happy ? I doubt it.

I don’t believe I have ever meet a happy vegetarian, for example. That is a hard lifestyle choice, trying to ensure anything you use does not come from animals. Having to cook tasteless food for hours on end, and then actually eat it. Hardly surprising they seem so miserable and uptight. But anyways, I digress.

Dishonour.

You lie cheat and deny, say you are unable
To do what you said you were going to do
You insist it’s the truth, but it just don’t add up, like two and two
Something’s not right, something is amiss
How your living your life, like nothing has changed

Are you a man of honor, or does that mean nothing to you
Is it alright in your book, to screw others over
Cause this is what you do
You take what is not yours, refuse to share what you got
We’ve asked, pleaded, cajoled and begged

But none of these methods are getting through to your head
You lie, cheat and steal from those that are deserving
Those who are close to you
Surely we deserve better than this
Rather than be treated like fools

How can you be so immune, to others outside of yourself
Are you so wrapped up, and self indulgent
It does not even enter your head
Is it right, that you should indulge yourself, with what you taken
That don’t belong to you
Can you not see the suffering of others, right here in front of you

Have you no compassion, no empathy for others
Or perhaps you are a narcissist too
I will not be friendly to you
Maybe over time you will learn
To treat others this way just wont do

So I will ask one more time
Are you a man of honour, or does that mean nothing to you.