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Autumn Fae
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
 
Weirded out

I talked to my Mom this afternoon. She called me... shoot, there are several different stories associated with this.
Story 1: It's my birthday! (which is why my mom was calling me.) I went to the store today, and got to chatting with the checkout guy, and he said it was his birthday today. So I said "Mine too!" - he said he was now 22. I said Oh, yeah? I'm 28. So he says "Well, don't worry, you still look good for your age." I cracked up. For my age? He was serious too, it was kind of sweet, since he was trying to be nice. LOL

Story 2: I wrote my friend, the one who wanted the reading, last night. She wrote to me saying she liked the reading (below), but in the same email she asked for another one, this time asking if she and the other guy were going to be together. It sort of surprised me. I told her no, that it's basically the same question, because the two situations are mutually exclusive. I didn't reply right away, because I was trying to figure out if I should tell her what she needed to hear, and because I was a little miffed, if you want the truth. In the end, I felt like I had to say something. So I told her that she was playing with fire and is very close to seriously fucking up her life and the life of her little girl. I'm the only one she's talking to about this whole "situation", so nobody else is going to tell her to think about what she's doing. I hope she speaks to me again. I won't keep harping on her, and I'll keep my mouth shut from now on, but I couldn't just sit there and not say anything. I was polite, but honest and very blunt. But it had to be said, and I got stuck being the messenger.

Now, Story 3: So I was on the phone with my Mom, and I started telling her the whole situation with my friend. In order to tell the story properly, I told her I had done a Tarot reading for her. So this is the weird part: She goes "Can I get a reading?"! I was speechless for a minute. My mom has recently re-converted to the Xian religion that I am currently trying to recover from. So, obviously, they do not generally get Tarot readings. I was afraid she was going to freak out, actually, figuring I was "communing with the devil" or some such. At the very least, I didn't expect much more of a response than "oh". So yeah, I'm a bit weirded out, but it's cool. :)

Posted by Jodi Selander at 4:36 PM   ...  


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