as a seeker of knowledge and truth, i abhor the idea of paying $90 an hour to someone who will randomly draw cards and somehow divine my future from the results.
however, in the name of marital compromise, i somehow kind of maybe agreed to see a "psychic".
tl; dr it's bullshit
but i can understand the allure: someone telling you everything's going to be ok, there's a PATTERN and it's working for you. I HAVE GuARDIAN ANGELS for chrissakes.
and my wife and i are teammates from back in the day. AND BY DAY I MEAN PAST FUCKING LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the reading started out pretty awkwardly as there were many "nos" and "not that i can think ofs". but eventually things started clicking as she figured out how awesome i was and what type of things i might be into. The answer? SICKLES AND MOTHERFUCKING DIAMONDS BITCH!
which apparently translates into travel and work. she says i should leave my dreary unimaginative job to seek something more creative and fulfilling because I'M AN ARTIST!
who wouldn't want to hear that?
but in the end, i already knew the stuff she said about me, or it wouldn't have appeared to be relevant and i would've filed it in the "not even fun to pretend to believe in" bin.
but now onto the irritating part and the part which "gets" people. all the shit she said to me which didn't make any sense now suddenly pops into my head when i get to thinking about similar topics. SELF FULFILLING PROPHECIES MUCH? GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!
in the end (for real this time), it was interesting to see how the human mind works. we so desperately want to find patterns and make sense of this chaotic and terrifying world. when a kind, portly australian lady tells you you're special and everything is gonna be all right it's hard to be angry anymore.
-gar
p.s. i'd like to give a shoutout to my peeps at Radiolab. their fine program has done much to make me feel better about exploring the unknown with a skeptical brain.
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