I've been meaning to post a blog about my visit to a psychic, a "fortune teller," if you will. as most of you probably know, i fall quite comfortably into the gullible category. so i imagine you're thinking right about now that i am the last person who should be getting my fortune told. but yes, i did it. because i let my gullible side overcome my intuitive belief that it was probably a crock of shit...and with that, i was convinced it was a great idea.
so to preface, don't bother with supernatural readings of any kind in a town like concord, nc. it's like wanting to see some lions and tigers at a "wildlife park" in the obscure grassy area between kannapolis and china grove. something about it just doesn't sound right...or safe, for that matter. (which by the way, i did that as well...another story left to be told in person, and wasn't that bad in the end.)
well, we drive up and it's like this abandoned store front, in a sketchy building, but relatively near a more desirable-looking shopping plaza...perhaps, the ugly stepchild of the latter. anywho, we park in our amibiguously marked parking space (not sure you could even call it a "parking lot"), and let the good times roll. we are greeted by two women, one looks around my age and the other middleaged, both uneasily welcoming. we are all separated into different rooms and given our choice of reading. i go with the tarot reading with a half deck. it was cheapest, and if these "psychics" were the real deal, i really didn't want to know every painful detail of my present and future life. i suppose it was like getting the "free sample," except that it was $40.
naturally, i get the young girl as my "guide to my future self." we share awkward introductions, followed by a brief overview of what damage she is about to inflict onto my very soul. (ha, no...it wasn't like that at all, but now i wish her intro was that much more exciting!) she asks me to shuffle the cards, in no particular way...which i later found out was inadequate instruction. so at this point, i'm REALLY not buying it because i'm sitting there at a cheap, glass-topped "desk" with a small pile of bills and letters addressed to several different people, and i just can't focus on anything but our entirely inappropriate setting. there is simply no trace of any psychic and/or magical activity in this place. it just might have been more fun that way, you know?
after a minute or two of her "seeing" things, my gullible nature starts to kick in and i'm sitting there, eating up everything she tells me. and right now, i can honestly say that some of the things she told me were so dead on that i don't think i can put them in this blog. but those were very few and probably just lucky guesses. i hope anyway. (ahh, see? there i go again!) for the most part, there were far too many holes in her predictions that made me either want to laugh or cry inside, such as, "i see 3 children in your future." (oh my...) but see, that's the thing about these so-called predictions they conjure up...they're so ambiguous that it's impossible to support or deny their craft. and she also told me that i would be married by the time i was 35, and you know, a lot of people get married in about that same time frame. you could say that to a group of about 50 and it would probably be true for more than half of them. like they tell you, "there's something going on in your head right now," and you're like WHAT, i'm paying you to tell me that i'm alive, that my brain is functioning well...i don't understand?!
but here's the kicker. she tells me that i have a negative energy about me, and i think, "ok, that's very vague and it sounds like it COULD be me, but it sounds serious...what should i do about this?" so i ask her. and for only $50 more, i can buy a set of scented oils and candles that will wipe out my bad aura in no time. ahhh, if only the world really worked that way. i kept thinking, if all i have to do whenever i'm having the worst day of my life is whip out some scented oils and breathe all my troubles away, that would be fabulous. we quickly wrapped it up after this was mentioned.
well, that was about it. i'll be sure to tell my 3 children about the girl who predicted their existence...and advise them not to buy into the whole fortune teller thing.
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