Ann1 said:
I'm Just a little upset today, because my parents don't understand my passion for tarot. They see my study as "course" and see it as "just a bounch of playing cards. I can't tell them, what people can do with the tarot and how it has changed my life. And that's what makes me sad. Does someone recognize this?
thanks a lot for reading this,
Annelies
I agree with what others have said. Most of my family/friends doesn't understand the tarot at all, and they have zero interest in it. Like religion or politics, I don't try to force it on them. I am not upset that they don't understand it, although I do wish they would give it a chance. But that is their choice. As long as they aren't cutting me out of their lives because of it, that is okay.
I am currently not involved with anyone, but if I was, they would definitely have to be okay with me and tarot, because it is an important part of my life.
AJ said:
My mother has never seen let alone read the one of the 900+ posts on my tarot blog, and it is her loss. She might like me if she knew who I really am.
I have this kind of relationship with my mom, too. She says she loves me, but we have never been close, although I wish we were. She doesn't seem truly interested in my interests. I occasionally will ask her if I can read for her, but I can tell she only does it to placate me. It is out of no genuine desire to understand my passion for tarot, so I really don't offer anymore.
SunChariot said:
My bf, he is on his way to becoming an ex because of it. He is violently opposed to anything spiritual. We try not to talk about it, but he still explodes over it once in a while.
I can definitely say, if it were me we were talking about, he would be an ex if he didn't at least have an open mind. If someone isn't on the same page as me spiritually -- I mean, I don't expect us to have everything in common, but if they don't at least have an open, accepting heart, for me it would never work out. I admire your tenacity, as long as it doesn't affect you. I think I am just too sensitive, and the unspoken disapproval would wear me down.