Last night I was fortunate to spend time with an old and dear friend from high school, who happened to be in town for the weekend for a mutual friend's bachelorette party. Since the festivities are due to occur today/tonight we had time to hang out last night.
I had been looking forward to her visit for weeks, especially since I have been suffering from a mild case of depression as of late. Her visit would surely brighten my outlook, I thought to myself, and for the most part it did.
Until, that is, we found ourselves at a bar last night. Said bar decided to re-appropriate their private dining area to a tarot card reader for the night, (for the Halloween weekend perhaps). No one was aware of this woman's "services" until I passed the room on the way to the pisser.
Upon arriving back at our table, I mentioned the awkward exchange of eye contact between myself and ESP woman to my friends. Old and Dear Friend announced her intention to get her palms read, or failing that, having her tarot cards read.
Once our other friends vacated the bar, she decided to "go for it" and I expressed my desire to "watch this bullshit". We situated ourselves in the small room and ESP Reader began to lay down the tarot cards...
Granted, I know little to nothing about the practice of reading/interpreting tarot cards, but my embedded skepticism seemed confirmed upon observing the practice. Every "reading" was very general in nature, however my friend seemed to be getting something out of this experience.
After 15 minutes or so:
ESP Reader (turns to me and says): "I have to ask you to leave the room".
Me: "Why?"
ESP Reader: "...I can sense that you recently had an important relationship in your life has recently ended, and because you have not resolved this situation, your negative energy is interfering with my session".
Old and Dear Friend: "huh?"
Me: (clenching jaw): "...I'll be at the bar".
Ouch. Here I am trying to get over whatever bullshit is depressing me and this random person throws my "negative energy" back in my face. Fuck you very much ESP Reader. Needless to say, I went home shortly thereafter, and not in a good mood.
Tonight, I am supposed to go to a costume party, although I am 99% sure I will not be wearing a costume, unless you count pretending to have a good time as a "costume". Perhaps it will be a NetFlix night home alone. I dunno...but I am trying not to dwell.
I had been looking forward to her visit for weeks, especially since I have been suffering from a mild case of depression as of late. Her visit would surely brighten my outlook, I thought to myself, and for the most part it did.
Until, that is, we found ourselves at a bar last night. Said bar decided to re-appropriate their private dining area to a tarot card reader for the night, (for the Halloween weekend perhaps). No one was aware of this woman's "services" until I passed the room on the way to the pisser.
Upon arriving back at our table, I mentioned the awkward exchange of eye contact between myself and ESP woman to my friends. Old and Dear Friend announced her intention to get her palms read, or failing that, having her tarot cards read.
Once our other friends vacated the bar, she decided to "go for it" and I expressed my desire to "watch this bullshit". We situated ourselves in the small room and ESP Reader began to lay down the tarot cards...
Granted, I know little to nothing about the practice of reading/interpreting tarot cards, but my embedded skepticism seemed confirmed upon observing the practice. Every "reading" was very general in nature, however my friend seemed to be getting something out of this experience.
After 15 minutes or so:
ESP Reader (turns to me and says): "I have to ask you to leave the room".
Me: "Why?"
ESP Reader: "...I can sense that you recently had an important relationship in your life has recently ended, and because you have not resolved this situation, your negative energy is interfering with my session".
Old and Dear Friend: "huh?"
Me: (clenching jaw): "...I'll be at the bar".
Ouch. Here I am trying to get over whatever bullshit is depressing me and this random person throws my "negative energy" back in my face. Fuck you very much ESP Reader. Needless to say, I went home shortly thereafter, and not in a good mood.
Tonight, I am supposed to go to a costume party, although I am 99% sure I will not be wearing a costume, unless you count pretending to have a good time as a "costume". Perhaps it will be a NetFlix night home alone. I dunno...but I am trying not to dwell.
6 comments:
Hi Justin:
Did you hear the one about the guy who did not pay his psychic after she exorcised an evil spirit from his home?
His house got "re-possessed"! :)
Happy Halloween!
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Chicago
More than likely she could tell you didn't buy the cold reading and didn't want you convincing your friend not to pay her. Take it as a compliment.
-C
What BS.If this ESP woman had cared a damn about people and actually knew what was going on with you, she would have been friendly and had offered to give you a reading, etc., but instead she acted like an a-hole by making a broad, general, easy statement that had a pretty good chance of being true. She's the one with the problem, not you.
You've had a hell of a last couple weeks. Hey, maybe you need to stay in for a night or two and watch TV and order pizza. But don't forget there's a bunch of folks who think you're pretty cool [even those who are not Cub fans] and either virtually or in the flesh, there's people who are ready to support you however you need it.
Don't worry, I like your vibe regardless
Think nothing of the ESP Reader. I hope you can "turn that corner" and enjoy the rest of the season before the chill of Winter arrives. But then again, Winter invites the snuggling, fires and Netflix watching. Life goes on and you will survive.
Around 7 years ago I was told by a psychic that I would meet my soulmate and that I would move to a country that I could never see myself living in! So here I am...10 months living in the US (the country I NEVER EVER thought I would be living in!)..however sans 'soulmate'! Go figure...
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