Do you ever wonder about astrology and fortune telling? I’m an avid seeker of such things — much to the dismay of some of my friends. I will not mention specific names — but they know who they are. And even to the skepticism of some of my friends — I do not hide this particular interest for said topics: astrology, fortune telling, palm reading, tarot card reading, and psychic analysis. I live for knowing what may or may not happen. To believe that in the end — even when we have much control over the better part of our silly little lives — the cosmic universe has the ultimate and final control. That perhaps no matter what we say or do — even if we believe we have the final word — we don’t. I’m of the philosophy that you feed the growing curiosity to learn about what “could be set” and just continue on what was initially planned (in your mind). I have no specific explanation for my slightly neurotic obsession — only that I tend to fall into a complete mesmerized state when listening to someone analyze my chart or reading my palm.
I became so engrossed in the act of palm reading that after much time and effort studying/reading — I became THAT girl at work. The girl KNOWN for palm reading. And not just random crappy palm reading — specific detailed palm reading. After volunteering to read various co-workers — word spread. Like wildfire in fact. Suddenly, I found myself receiving the “tap”. I’d be preparing a particularly complicated experiment and in the midst of my mixing 0.1N HCl with a buffer solution in order to react with a specific unknown compound — there was the “tap” followed by, “could you read my palm when you get the chance?”. Gah! I was burned out and slowly stopped the readings. I didn’t care to tell people that their palm showed me that they had a oddly strange life line or that they had an ungodly amount of sexual partners. I once told a co-worker she was to meet another man — aside from her husband. She huffed and said that was ridiculous and that she could never leave her husband or love someone else. Turns out — 6 months later — her husband left her for another woman and there she was — alone. I felt bad being right — but that’s what I read. I suppose I warned her — but you take that sort of thing with a little grain of salt.
Recently, I had my Chinese astrological chart done — an although I will not divulge in the specifics of the reading — it shocked me to learn how certain details of my life were written in the stars. Details of my career, personality, family, and romantic relationships were stamped such that a complete stranger could essentially regurgitate the events of my entire life through five basic elements. Fire, water, earth, wood, and metal. Crazy.