Hey, guess what? I just had my first psychic reading. No, no, you read that correctly. I'm drunk and there was a sideline ad for a free five minutes and I said, wtf? And did the do.

Actually - and I don't care what anyone thinks or says about it - that lady knew wtf she was talking about. I said I had never had any experience before so she said she was going to use tarot cards. I had three specific questions, including whether or not I'll be able to find a new job and why I've been feeling so irrevocably lonely. Didn't say much else, but she knew I was going through a bit of chaos and holding a lot of resentment from a previous relationship. That's when I started crying. I think I probably went over the five minutes but who cares. She said I def need to overcome this resentment and bitterness before I attempt a romantic relationship. Other important details: I have unresolved emotional damage, I must overcome my tendency toward jealousy, and that I'm feeling lonely because I don't have a lot of support readily available. I need to reach out toward those I care about and let them know I'm not able to resolve things on my own, because that's their impression.
I know you see on tv or something a lot that desperate women call these psychics and run up bills they can't afford because someone finally understands them. It's always been very humourous to me. Until now. However fake it may be, it sure seemed real for five minutes.