Ummm, so she told me to read the bible and habe faith and that my eyeshadow and dress were really pretty. Actually, her and the other woman there told me I was pretty a lot. Which I guess is nice, since I wasn't feeling the best about myself since I was flying all day. But if I want to get told I need to believe in myself and, even more importantly God, then I'll start going to church and praying the rosary with my mom.
Actually it would be pretty funny to tell my mom I started believing in God again because of a pushy psychic told me I should my first night back in the city. And all I wanted was the 5 dollar reading they advertise on their door, but apparently the just to tell you your personality upon meeting you. I have a PhD in social and personality psychology, plus you don't need a PhD to guess what someone's personality is like. I learn .ore for. Those lame "Which Big Bang Theory (or some other show I don't watch) are you? And when I was about to give her the 5 roars (she was seriously trying to dwindle me out of $600, what?! How do you jump from 5 to 600? Has that ever worked?!?!
I'm just glad she doesn't know where I'm staying and that I'll likely never see her again because I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to bludgeon me with a crowbar for my freaking make-up out of my purse. They were obsessed with my eyeshadow color and my dress. Did I just go see a psychic? I at least wish I got something out of it. Her glancing at my hands counted as a palm reading?! Yuck. And then I need to find a Bible, pray, and then open it and that's what I need to read?! Wtf?! Especially after I told her about the being broke and having cancer thing, and since even doctors start asking me an my relationship with God too, only makes me have less hope for myself and the world. Not that I thought I'd have all my questions answered, but gosh dang, I was at least Hopi g to be entertained. Yuck. I shouldn't have paid her, I wouldn't have paid a random person on the street who told me those things, so why did I pay this random idiot just because I walked in her front door. I think there's even a back room and I didn't even get to have that. I mean, she knew about the negativity surrounding my life right now (bc I told her and because usually desperate people go to psychics, not be a use of any in an my ability of hers), so why couldn't she at least have given me beer or something? For 25 bucks (why did I pay her the ridiculous inflated amount since she supposedly read my palm by glancing at my hand while tlki g to me). Damn, I feel really ripped off. And stupid. And pissed. And it seems like ever since I found out I had stage 4 cancer all anyone wants to do is hurt me or rip me off...Ugh, I don't think I've felt this hopeless in a long time.
What pieces of trash. Disgusting bullies, really. Goddamnit, I really am really angry right now. read more