yesterday, h and i went to the county fair with the coach and our friend dee. it was a day of petting baby chicks and goats and alpacas, riding the ferris wheel, and the best people watching ever.
and so, when i saw the “palm readings $5″ tent, i thought, “fun!” i’d never had my palm read before.
there were 2 psychics in the tent, very young, serious girls. h and i both sat down for simultaneous readings. i include this bit of information because it makes me feel a little more skeptical about the whole encounted that followed.
immediately after the vague, “you come from a loving family…you will live a long, healthy life” spiel, the psychic honed in on the bottom of my right palm and started drawing circles. “children,” she said.
now we all know why i walked into that tent. i wanted to be mystically encouraged in my fertility and possible pregnancy. but i was mum about why i was there. promising never to tell bad news, she proceeded to kick me in the gut. “i see children in your life in the coming few years. but they will not be birthed from you. no, you will not give birth. you will adopt children. i see one of them with a problem like autism, but don’t worry. it’ll be all good.”
at the end of the reading, the psychic asked if i had further questions. and so i asked specifically about giving birth. she again looked at the bottom of my right palm and said, “no. i don’t see you giving birth, but you will adopt.”
(h’s psychic told her that she’d have 3 children around her, two of which would be like her own…)
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i know that a lot of psychics are of the miss cleo school of authenticity, and so i am trying not to put much stock in what happened yesterday. and my psychic may have seen me and h and thought, lesbians? clearly they can’t birth children. i’ll placate her with predictions of adoption.
however, i’d be lying if i didn’t admit my fear that she’s right.
maybe my palms were too sweaty. maybe i was swindled. maybe maybe maybe. 7dpo, and there is no way to know much beyond hope.
Dude. just, dude.
Think for a moment about the metanarational aspect of taking what she says on board. Step outside of your post-modern quest for answers in non-contextual scenarios and think about what’s actually going on if some people can ’see the future’ and some people can’t. What good will it do knowing it? How will it help to believe it? Sweet, lovely A, you’re too close and too sensitive to take this on board. You deserve better, you deserve to dream, and not be robbed of those dreams by prophecy without context. $5 doesn’t give anyone the right to steal your dreams, hopes and desires for the future and swap them for doubts and questions.
I’m going to send you $5 by paypal, I’m buying them back for you…
Love you loads xx
OK. How about I went into that same tent yesterday.
How about I said nothing, but looked hopeful.
How about she told me that good things are going to happen, that my life will be fulfilled and happy… but not in the way I’m hoping.
What would you say to me?
That’s what I’m saying to you.
That. And I love you. And I’m sending you another $5 to buy some bonus hope.
x
I hate to say I’m a total non-believer in palm readers, but I had it done once and was told that I would marry a man with a V name and would have a baby girl before I was 30 and was going to have a house on a lake.
I’m thirty one with a baby boy carried by my lesbian partner and we live in the concrete jungle.
That’s all I’m saying.
Don’t lose hope. Just have fun proving her wrong.
She was talking out of her ass. Clearly.
I felt your punch in the gut. How utterly heartbreaking. It’s not true, but it’ll eat at you nonetheless.
I went to one of those psychics at Pride last year, ’cause I’d always wanted to. It was $25. Co was starting to look pregnant, and she asked if we were together. I said yes. Then she said, “did your sperm make the baby?” to me.
I paid her TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS.
So you can definitely discount the $5 one.
LOL. Lo’s funny.
Well, first of all I second everything everyone else said. I had a psychic once tell me I would never get married. I don’t think she knew I was gay… but I still think I’m going to be able to get married at some point. On the other hand, three different psychics told my honey and me that we’d have three kids. Thus my twin obsession. It is hard to let go of what these people say. But we really need to. Perhaps you should go to ten psychics and take an average of what they say? Nah. Stay away. Stay far far away.
thank you all soooooo much for the love and humor and encouragement.
steve, hopefully that $5 will go toward something for the baby.
jude, where’s my $5?
i’m so glad other people have gone to psychics and can officially call bullshit.
thank you thank you.