I've been meaning to write about the strangeness of the phrase "You're Welcome" for several weeks. When I'm inspired with a new idea, I usually send a text message to my Facebook and Twitter accounts, as a way of reminding myself about future blog topics.

Unfortunately, as I dip in and out of the Matrix, trying to save the world and junk, I lose track of those potential topics. Maybe if I didn't feel the need to update my Facebook and Twitter status every five minutes, I wouldn't have so many posts, and I wouldn't lose track of my pending blog topics.

But that ain't gonna happen. I'm a status-update whore.

I just watched the movie Inception, which deals with planting ideas into (or extracting valuable information out of) the minds of your target subjects, by infiltrating their subconscious during the dream state.

Wake up ... The Matrix has you.

Seven years ago, I began training in the arts of Remote Influencing and Remote Viewing, so I found the movie's subject matter highly intriguing. It's important to program your subconscious to protect itself from psychic intruders.

And we slip further down the Rabbit Hole.  =)

Anyhow, as I left the movie theatre, I decided to visit Barnes & Noble, because I wanted to write an article entitled "My Homeless Homies," where I hope to inspire compassion in others — in regards to how they judge (and treat) homeless people. I recently began cultivating friendships with a group of homeless folks who live in Virginia Beach. All five guys pictured below are homeless.



I'll blog about that later.

As I'm walking in to Barnes & Noble, mind still occupied with thoughts about the movie, I open the outside door. I'm now in the space between the outside door and the actual store. A lady is walking out of the store, into our shared small area, and I grab the door that she's holding open.

That's when she blurts out, "You're welcome!"

Shocked at her rudeness, and a little scared she might kick my ass, I muster the courage to whimper, "Thank you."

She must've been having a bad day.

But then I thought about what she said — and in that moment, she had provided me with the perfect gift!

The phrase "You're welcome" had been used ... and it actually made sense! By her holding the door (kinda) for me, as I entered Barnes & Noble, she was telling me that I was, in fact, welcome there!



However, I don't understand why humans say "You're welcome" when someone says "Thank you."

If you do something nice for me, and I say "Thank you," why on Earth is the response always "You're welcome"?

I'm welcome where?

It just doesn't make any sense. Saying something like, "It was my pleasure" absolutely makes sense. But saying "You're welcome" makes zero sense.

Yet humans do it over and over. It goes back to the unconscious ways most humans live their lives. They don't stop and think very often. It's like the question, "How are you?"  ... everybody always responds the same way: "I'm fine! How are you?"