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Aug. 5th, 2001 09:32 amWell, we got our tax refund money. My initial thought was to donate it to charity, but Eric was not fond of the idea so we've decided to spend it on stuff GWB would not approve of. I got me a Tarot reading by someone who came highly recommended by
todfox. I've known the reader through a BOTA study group and she's a sweet person who should probably be a therapist.
Now, bearing in mind that I'm getting this reading for fun; I haven't felt any doom on the horizon. So, anyone tells you psychic readings are squishy good-news fests that could apply to anyone- punch them in the jaw for me (no, not really). This reading was a pretty dismal affair that seemed to have a lot of jealousy and some betrayal and deception and other general bummerhood (including financial trouble). She saw a lot of stress (gave dates too) and challenges. She got the impression that after several months I will have many of my personal issues dragged up, dealt with, and resolved but it didn't look like it was going to be a 'fun' process (like I suppose that stuff ever is, but still...) and she thought it was possible the marriage might end. FUCK! I don't think there's really anything wrong with our marriage! I mean, it has it's little quirks and we're certainly both strange people when measured against the average Joe in America, but still... she mentioned that the best way to get through whatever it is will be to keep talking to each other. Well, we're very good at that, at least.
She did an I-Ching reading to get a little more insight (I think she felt bad), and I got hex 23, which means 'collapse', 'splitting apart'. Splendid.
I told Eric this, and he seemed to feel pretty down about it, and blamed himself for whatever is supposedly going to happen. We've decided to take a Star-Trek-time-paradox approach and see if we can't change it now that we see it coming. Hey, it worked in Terminator 2. :/ Then we consoled each other by having lots and lots of sex and making homemade lasagna. Eh, what are ya gonna do.
I wish I wasn't at work.
Now, bearing in mind that I'm getting this reading for fun; I haven't felt any doom on the horizon. So, anyone tells you psychic readings are squishy good-news fests that could apply to anyone- punch them in the jaw for me (no, not really). This reading was a pretty dismal affair that seemed to have a lot of jealousy and some betrayal and deception and other general bummerhood (including financial trouble). She saw a lot of stress (gave dates too) and challenges. She got the impression that after several months I will have many of my personal issues dragged up, dealt with, and resolved but it didn't look like it was going to be a 'fun' process (like I suppose that stuff ever is, but still...) and she thought it was possible the marriage might end. FUCK! I don't think there's really anything wrong with our marriage! I mean, it has it's little quirks and we're certainly both strange people when measured against the average Joe in America, but still... she mentioned that the best way to get through whatever it is will be to keep talking to each other. Well, we're very good at that, at least.
She did an I-Ching reading to get a little more insight (I think she felt bad), and I got hex 23, which means 'collapse', 'splitting apart'. Splendid.
I told Eric this, and he seemed to feel pretty down about it, and blamed himself for whatever is supposedly going to happen. We've decided to take a Star-Trek-time-paradox approach and see if we can't change it now that we see it coming. Hey, it worked in Terminator 2. :/ Then we consoled each other by having lots and lots of sex and making homemade lasagna. Eh, what are ya gonna do.
I wish I wasn't at work.