Should I or shouldn't I?
I have two friends who regularly consult psychics, well, three probably although the third friend doesn't talk about it as much as the first two. The first two have disastrous love affairs and are looking for Mr. Right. The first friend sees pyschics who tell her that the current man is not Mr. Right but Mr. Right is just around the corner and she'll meet him in 6 months/at the end of the year/this summer. She decided to hell with it and fell pregnant with Mr. Sort-of-Right and you can imagine the rest of the story, yes, we sort of drifted apart. The second friend gets more detailed information from psychics, details about her current man and his situation and when he will eventually commit.
I don't know if they have been helped by these predictions. I'm not sure. Anyway. Last week I was desperate and I asked for the phone number from friend no. 2. "You'll love her," she promised me, "She is just amazing, the things she can tell you, it's frightening how accurate she can be." The woman sounded very normal on the phone which was reassuring, no wafts of mysterious mist came through the receiver and she dealt with details in a businesslike manner as if I was making an appointment to discuss a bank loan. However, as our meeting approached I started to wonder if I actually did want to know what she saw in my future. And did I want other superflous information she was bound to give me, about my relationship with various people, about H, stuff that I had no way of verifying and could possibly disturb me for no good reason. So I cancelled my appointment with her.
And now I am wondering if I shouldn't meet her after all ...
Have you ever consulted a psychic? Did it help? Did it bother you?
I saw a flea market fortune teller once. It was almost a dare. I was wandering around the stalls with two girl friends and we decided to have our fortunes told. One by one we entered a little tent and a woman read cards and looked at our palms. We all came out a little pale and unwilling to talk about it but bit by bit the stories came out. All of us had been told something disturbing. I was told my mother's family was cursed and I would struggle to break free. I was also told my boyfriend at the time was Not The One and that my life was going to be in a different country. That last bit I thought anyone could have come up with. I was young, the chances of me breaking up with my boyfriend were high, and I spoke with an accent so I wasn't from England and the chances of me leaving were also high. The whole experience was unsettling, though, and I have avoided palm readings and the like ever since. Last week I just wanted to know, I just wanted a guarantee that some time in the future all this will bear fruit. I know there are no guarantees and no way of knowing the future but sometimes, I just want some reassurance, any reassurance that this is worth it.