The Science of Self-Realization by A. C. Bhaktivedanta Prabhupada
Weight: 8 oz
Method of Disposal: Tossing
When I was in high school I worked at a smoothie shop in the mall. I met all sorts of people while I was working there and a lot of them were up to no good. There was an overwhelming number of adult men and women who were interested in sleeping with a kid like me. And I do not mean sleeping in the adorable, sweet sense. I really believe I had more adults interested in me then than I have in all the years combined that I have actually been an adult. It is disturbing.
If I was not ducking and dodging those creeps, I was trying to get free stuff from the Truth kids on my cigarette breaks or chatting it up with the folks handing out books like The Science of Self-Realization for a small donation. My mother always warned me, "don't let them brain wash you." "Don't trust those people." And I never did, but a free book was a free book and, no matter what the topic was, I wanted to read it. And I did, though clearly it did not have the impact on me it should have because I have completely forgotten it all these years later. I have, however, never forgotten that mall and the people who hung out there.
Just this week I was sitting at my desk at work when one of the women who felt like we "connected," insisting "age did not really matter" all those years ago walked in the building wearing a FedEx outfit and had me sign for a package. I guess I am too old for her now. She didn't think twice about it or try to charm me in any way. She had absolutely no idea who I was or that I knew her secret. If I got her name now and made a phone call would it do anything for anyone?