For the next 20 minutes or so, Sema’s assessments flow in a stream-of-consciousness manner with very few pauses. There’s no stopping her as she expertly combs my cup in search of images—and, conceivably, hints about my past, present, and future.
OK, I admit it: I bought a house because of a psychic.
“I did not even hesitate; I jumped out my window, and the moment I was out I heard the door to my room slam open and heard what I can only describe as a whispered scream of rage.”
I get why some people might take advantage of someone who is clearly trying to fix them and not asking for anything in return.
In any case, I had found myself in a classic cognitive dissonance spiral: every time I predicted something correctly, it only further proved how right I am about everything. But if I was wrong, well, that’s an anomaly; who could have predicted that? I’m right, right?
“I’m a tarot card reader. For me it’s real. I’ve had too many experiences to say otherwise.”
16. “I don’t like the taste of pizza.”
We answer our phones when they ring due to invisible waves sent half way around the globe. Then why wouldn’t we answer these signals which come to our bodies and minds?
If you’re someone who has issues with food, New Orleans isn’t the place for you. When traveling here, you have to just accept that you’re going to unleash your inner Kirstie Alley and gain weight.
I’m still in the dark, so to speak, as to why I need to waste precious energy getting out of bed to turn my light on and off when the technology exists to get the job done in an efficient — and festive — manner.