I wore this stuff yesterday morning to test it out again. I drove down to the grocery store wearing it. I went in and walked around, looking for burritos. Here I was wearing nothing but an activewear top and some old bluejeans, looking for burritos. I couldn’t find them. I actually thought about asking for help, which was unusual for me. Finally I just decided to grab some other things and head to the checkout.
At the checkout there was a guy there and he was very respectful for somebody dressed in a very thin T-shirt with a paunch sticking out (sorry, I don’t have ripped abs). I was very polite as well. People around me seemed to give me a little more space. On the way out of the store, two younger guys dressed in shades and camo pants said “hello sir, do you think you could help us?”. They looked like they could be near my age, so I felt some kind of instant connection with them for some reason. Without even thinking, I turned around and said “How can I help you?”. My voice was again a little resonant with that “General Zod” vibe.
“We’re collecting money for veterans”, they said politely.
“Oh, well… let me help you then”. I looked into my wallet, no money- nothing. I looked back at their “man with no eyes” sunglasses looks, and said “I’m sorry, gentlemen, but I haven’t got any cash on hand. Will you be here tomorrow?”
“No, we’re just collecting money today”
“Then I’m really sorry.”
“Oh, that’s OK”- they said this the most apologeticly way they could. Very, very wierd. They sounded a bit sheepish, as if they just asked Prince Charles to help out and they made him feel stupid. I felt really moved by these guys- not to get political but I’m not a big fan of the war, and I’m always for supporting veterans who need help, maybe that was a factor. I just felt a bit more obligated than usual to talk to these guys, “help” them, and solve their problems, and felt a quite bad when I discovered no dollar bills in my wallet (note to self, always carry more cash).
Then I left. I didn’t say “good luck”, but I felt a bit uneasy for some reason.
I go to the coffee shop. “Skip” (my name) is here. He seems open to me, and I wore Instant Honesty the last time I saw him and gave him an almost “hypnotic induction” trance look into his eyes, seemingly I was connecting with him on some deep level. However, today he seems a bit wanting to please me, for some reason. He recognizes me and greets me enthusiasticly. I buy a half pound of coffee, and some to go in a cup. Everybody treats me with respect and people make eye contact with me easily, but I sense a little more stand-offishness and I get the feeling they feel quite a bit my inferior. There is much more personal space physically with this stuff, and it’s not as cozy. I’m polite. At one point Skip screws up and messes up, says a self depricatory remark, and I just say flatly “yeah”, sort of nonchalant, a very neutral statement. My chit-chat desire is at a minimum, and I don’t feel so close to Skip today. I pay for the coffee and leave.
I didn’t get as big a poncy ass vibe this time, but I was a bit “to the point”. However, I don’t know how much of this was due to my self-consciousness about what the phero product does (I forgot what they called this in sociology/psychology, the Heisenberg principle? Observing results changes the results themselves). I do know I had a “let’s get things done” attitude and seemed a bit impatient and was willing to ask for help to keep things moving. Very interesting results. I’ll try it again in the future.
To think it does that effect of giving that kind of respect to the user. Very interesting indeed