The Saudi Swan

“I discovered a liar in here.”

“Who is she?”

“One of our colleagues.”

“How could you tell that she is a liar?”

“I’ve seen it in her handwriting. I’ve been studying her signature for many days and every time I come up with the same result.”

This is exactly the conversation that took place some time ago between me and a co-worker and it shows accurately what these new pseudosciences are getting us into. This conversation kept rolling in my head for many days compelling me in the end to indulge into a search mode until I’ve come up with some interesting facts. But let me first take you step by step into my discovery journey.     

 It all began one day when Nadia appeared to be contempalting a sign written by one of our colleagues. A few minutes later she asked that colleague, ”Mona. Are you having any respiratory problems?” Mona looked up astonishingly from her laptop before she denied it. I wasn’t less astonished but I assumed that she might have sensed that something was wrong from the way Mona breathed. Still, a question jumped to my tongue and I asked her how she could tell. 

“I saw it in her handwritng.” She was saying confidently.

 

When I received mine, I saw nothing but some common qualities that we all have at least at some point in our life. On my paper she wrote, for example, that I live in the past. Well. Who doesn’t live to some degree in the past anyway?!! I really can’t remember what else she wrote but I remember very well that what she wrote to me could apply to anyone at some points in their life. And while the rest of the teachers were huddling around her admiringly nodding their heads astonishingly at her amazing abilities at disclosing to them their personalities, I viewed my paper suspicously and refrained from joining the ensuing conversation.

 However, I couldn’t help remembering myself some years ago playing a similar role at our school Open Day. On that day I was supposed to join some teachers at the food stall where I had to fry chicken and fries. And as I am a total failure at such things ( I have nothing to hide. I am even admitting here that I’m a terrible cook ) I tried to join some other corner. One of my friends came to my help when she handed me a game she downloaded from the net. On a piece of paper there were some pictures. The person would choose the picture that appealed to him. The chosen picture would determine what kind of person he is. So the only thing I had to do is to have people choose the picture and then I would read the qualities that go with that picture . Somehow I liked that game and I turned out to be a good actress as I started adding some qualities and my corner turned out to be that day a great sucess.Mothers kept coming to me with their eyes’ pupils dancing with the rythm of my narration, dilating when speaking in a low voice and shrinking when I raised my tone.The funny thing is that next day some teachers came to me asking me to analyse their personalities but, they affirmed, I should say in a low voice so that nobody could hear. So what began as only a joke turned out to be something serious.I can’t stop wondering about how people could be easily deceived just by those fraud personality readers. You only have to put on some air of seriousness and success will be at your side. 

 

I think I should have invested on that success. Who knows? I might have become one of those renowned gurus and I would have by now my own science which I’d call Emanology, just to immortalize my own name. ha ha ha.              

 Anyway, I’ve found here that really beautiful video about graphology. Watch it and judge for yourself.