We're in a place called Vertigo

HELLO....HELLO....sorry, I have the new U2 song in my head and I thought it would make a good title. I got my haircut today. The lady that cut my hair was very sweet and very interested in who I was. As I told her the whole story of me moving out here from Colorado, no family, no friends really, and yada yada yada she turned into a mother figure for a second...HAHAHAHA. She asked how old I was and would I be going home for the holidays. When I responded with 24 and that I wouldn't be going home she kind of frowned. She felt bad for me. A stranger felt bad for me. Although, I do not want anyone to feel bad for me it did feel good to have some complete stranger care for a second. I told her my father and his girlfriend were coming out for XMAS and she felt much better. As I handed her tip to her, she grabbed my arm and said, "I like you. I can tell you are a very warm person. Goodluck on your journey and I hope to see you again." I smiled and laughed on my way out. I felt like I was in a movie or something. For a second, I thought I was on that show "Joan of Arcadia." See, every episode God speaks to Joan, but always in a different form. It could be a teacher, a stranger, a singer, etc. but someone is always labeled as a God. She spends every episode though trying to figure out who it is that is playing God. And when I say God speaks to her it's not like some religious expedition. Joan is just always chosen to help somebody else or save somebody else and "God" guides her along the way. For a minute, I thought the hair dresser was that of a higher power...HAHAHAHA!!!