I had my Tarot cards read today by a psychic downtown. It was an extremely weird experience. I've had my Tarot cards read about a million times before, and I can read them myself, sort of, but this was different. This was... real. I mean, this lady knew her shit.
I guess in a lot of ways, I was looking for answers. Easy answers. I was wanting the equivalent of the Magic Eightball answer: the "yes," the "no," or the "my sources say maybe." I'm wanting not to make my own decisions. If I don't make them myself, if I don't think things through for myself, if I have somebody else tell me what to do, and then I do it, I don't have to blame myself if I've fucked up.
The lady told me specifically not to think like that.
...And anyway, the reading didn't provide any clear answers, anyway. It just mirrored (almost exactly) my thoughts about things. And although that helped, it sort of pissed me off. I felt a little bit cheated that for ten bucks, this lady wouldn't just tell me what to do and then accept the blame for me actually doing whatever she'd said. But, I guess I wouldn't allow a random stranger to potentially hate my guts for ten piddly dollars either. Well... maybe if I was really, really broke.
I'll tell about the reading a little bit later... I gotta go to bed now so I can go to school tomorrow...
~Helena*