sweet_intuition
Okay, today I was all excited about reading with Thoth for the first time. So I had carefully set up a reading table, with a beautiful silk cloth, decorating it with beautiful seashells, aromatic tea-light candles, and a large votive candle in the center. My Thoth deck was smudged with lavender, and I was waiting eagerly for my querent.
An hour and a half (from the appointed time) passed by and then I get a call, "Hey, I kinda forgot about the reading, can I come in 20?" Biting my lowerlip to prevent myself from cussing her tardy ass off, I smiled sweetly and said it would be alright. Forty minutes later she arrives, all smiles, carrying bags from certain stores at the mall that's barely 10 minutes from where I live. I take a few deep cleansing breaths to calm myself down, as she begins to sit opposite to me. When I ask her to do the same, she goes like, "Oh-okay, lemme get rid of this gum first", pulling a disgusting pinkish mould from her mouth and placing it in it's wrapper, while her lips smacked, causing noises more repulsive than Fran Drescher's mother in the show The Nanny. Just as I ground myself and am about to offer her the cards... guess what... her cellphone rings. Gazing at the screen, her eyes bright up, without a courteous "Please excuse me", she took the call and for about fifteen minutes I had to hear about how some woman kept claiming that her husband's family was after her. Man, that woman could bitch about anything and everything under the sun.
Just as I'm about to give up, she ends the call and goes, "Okay, so my question is, Will I be invited over to the launch party of so and so magazine". (Wannabe socialite, desperate for attention and publicity). Trying my best to control my urge to bitch-slap her mouthy lil mug, I asked her if this was really what she wanted to know. She went like, "Not really, I originally wanted to know how long it would take me to lose five pounds for the party, but now I learnt that my rival is incharge of invites, hence I want to know whether I'd be invited or not". (Cue my innerself plunging down an infernal pit)
As luck would have it, her cellphone rung again and after five minutes of hysterical screeches, she claimed she had to go. Rushing out the door, and speeding away in her car. I deleted her number and threw away her card. I can't read for that mess.
This is probably the universe's way of telling me that it's not the right time to start reading for others in real life.
Go figure!
An hour and a half (from the appointed time) passed by and then I get a call, "Hey, I kinda forgot about the reading, can I come in 20?" Biting my lowerlip to prevent myself from cussing her tardy ass off, I smiled sweetly and said it would be alright. Forty minutes later she arrives, all smiles, carrying bags from certain stores at the mall that's barely 10 minutes from where I live. I take a few deep cleansing breaths to calm myself down, as she begins to sit opposite to me. When I ask her to do the same, she goes like, "Oh-okay, lemme get rid of this gum first", pulling a disgusting pinkish mould from her mouth and placing it in it's wrapper, while her lips smacked, causing noises more repulsive than Fran Drescher's mother in the show The Nanny. Just as I ground myself and am about to offer her the cards... guess what... her cellphone rings. Gazing at the screen, her eyes bright up, without a courteous "Please excuse me", she took the call and for about fifteen minutes I had to hear about how some woman kept claiming that her husband's family was after her. Man, that woman could bitch about anything and everything under the sun.
Just as I'm about to give up, she ends the call and goes, "Okay, so my question is, Will I be invited over to the launch party of so and so magazine". (Wannabe socialite, desperate for attention and publicity). Trying my best to control my urge to bitch-slap her mouthy lil mug, I asked her if this was really what she wanted to know. She went like, "Not really, I originally wanted to know how long it would take me to lose five pounds for the party, but now I learnt that my rival is incharge of invites, hence I want to know whether I'd be invited or not". (Cue my innerself plunging down an infernal pit)
As luck would have it, her cellphone rung again and after five minutes of hysterical screeches, she claimed she had to go. Rushing out the door, and speeding away in her car. I deleted her number and threw away her card. I can't read for that mess.
This is probably the universe's way of telling me that it's not the right time to start reading for others in real life.
Go figure!