To See or Not to See

Lately I've been thinking about seeing a psychic.  And I'm not talking about the last few days lately, I mean the last few months.  It's like an energy force that's calling me.  I turn on the TV, and there's a hotline number to call.  I find out that one of the girls I work with is a self proclaimed 'seer.'  Although, I would never go to SEE her.  Every time I pass one of their small houses, with white iconic statues and large signage posted in the front yard, it blinks at me, give me your palm.  


I've always had mixed feelings about seeing a psychic, whether it's a palm reader, tarot card shuffler, or crystal ball rubber.  When I was in junior high I wanted a Ouija Board for my birthday.  I think it was after watching Only You, where Marisa Tormei gets the name of her future husband from a Ouija Board, that made me want one (I was a hopeless romantic at a young age).  It was that movie and The Craft, still one of my favorites, that convinced me that Ouija Boards were legit.  Plus it was the cool sleepover game to have.  The night of my birthday party, we broke in the new game.  And it scared the shit out of me!  I was summonsing my dead grandma from the grave, and it was nothing like the fun scenes from the movies.  All of us girls freaked out.  I made my parents get rid of the game before its super powers burned a hole through my closet door and sucked me into the after life.  To this day I have yet to play it again.  


Now, as an adult the curiosity about the other realm still lingers.  What would the psychic tell me?  And would I believe them?  I asked my friend, who is a Romani gypsy, to give me some advice, just in case I decided to go through with it.  This is what she emailed me:  


Yes, see a psychic.  Make sure if they do palm readings that they read both your palms for one price.  Not one hand first & more money for the other.  Palms should actually be read together, usually the predominant hand first, then the other.  Check with friends on choosing one if they know.  Also, check up online for reviews & notes about the person.  If it's a card reading, make sure it's a tarot deck & not another kind.  There are different ones that look like the traditional tarot but are just fakes.  Try not to do someone who does a bunch of other crap instead (ie. head reading, crystals, etc.).  That kind of stuff should be in conjunction with a regular reading not instead of. 


With that advice, I felt a little bit more confidant in my thoughts on maybe seeing a psychic.  But I still wasn't sure if I wanted to.  A friend told me that she wouldn't want to know, that it's best to figure things out for yourself.  Giving everything your effort 100%, no matter what it is, even if it's not your destiny.  I agreed with this, and have always thought this way.  It's best to give everything your all, and let your future play out as it would, with or without the foretelling knowledge.  


But, those neon lights still grab my attention in the rear view mirror.


Note: You create your own destiny.  If you do want a peek into the future, or the past, take my friend's advice, research who you are trusting to open up your personal path.

PeePle

I was standing in line today at the bank, playing Words With Friends on my phone, trying not trip over a wandering little girl who was moving all around me.  I looked up to see where and who her mother was.  The young Persian woman smiled at me and rolled her eyes.  She called the girl over to her.  The little girl, who was no older than three, slowly scooted her way across the floor, and made her way to the front of the line.  She stood up, and pushed in her stomach.  It was obvious that something was wrong.  I looked at her confused, did she have to fart?  Was she sick?  The woman was just as confused, and made it very clear to everyone in line that she wasn't the mother.


"What does your mother do with you?  Come on.  Come over here."  She tried to coax the little girl to stand next to her, but she didn't move.  She pressed her feet together and held her ground.  


"Pee pee."  The little girl touched her stomach like she was turning on the faucet, and pee began to shoot out from behind her.  The woman attempted to kneel down to her level.


"You have to go pee pee?  Just hold on."  Hold on?  It was a little too late to hold on.  The child was peeing right there in the middle of the bank aisle.


"No, pee pee."  She sounded desperate.  She opened her little legs and let the faucet run.  There was nothing the woman could do.  The pee flowed out and surrounded the little girl's feet in a puddle.  The woman reached into her large leopard print purse and pulled out a thin white fast food napkin and threw it down in the forming puddle.  


"Oh my gosh, what am I going to do with you?"  She said with no remorse.  The next teller opened up, and the women made her way down to the window, leaving the child standing in her pee.  A little boy, also waiting for his parent figure, came up to her and pointed at the pee.


"That's disgusting.  You're disgusting." He said what all of us adults were thinking.  That's nasty.  But the poor thing couldn't help herself, and there was no one there to give her guidance.  


She didn't react.  The little girl stood there in her pee puddle until the woman shouted to her in Farsi, and called her over.  The little girl skipped right over without saying a word.  Not a tear or a sorry, or any emotion of feeling bad.  She just stepped right through that pee and walked over, as if nothing happened.  


When the woman was done, she took the girl by the hand and walked out.  She did exactly what the little girl did, and acted like nothing had happened.  The bank employees were oblivious to the situation.  She didn't inform anyone of the possible slipping hazard that was created in the aisle.  Or offer to clean it up, like you would at a restaurant when you spill your water.  She walked away leaving the soaked tissue thin napkin in the puddle of kiddie pee. 

I peed.  Oh well.

Note: If your child, or the child you are in care of, pees in public, clean it up.  Or tell someone and at least offer to clean it.