L. and I went to a psychic a few days ago, just for old time's sake. I was curious...right until the woman gripped my hands in hers and said, "I need you to think of two areas of your life where you have questions."
I closed my eyes and gave my questions their silent space.
"Okay," she said, "Now I will read your questions with my mind while you say them out loud."
Wait a minute...what was that?
Hold on, if all I have to do is get people to *speak* their questions while I read their minds, naturally, I can "see myself" having a new career as a psychic very soon. Just think of the stories I could tell...
"Damn it," L. complained sitting in the dim bar just after, "That was the biggest waste of money in my life!"
"Do we really want to know our future anyway?" I asked her, "Sometimes I think people never would make it through the things that happen to them if they'd have seen them coming. Think about it."
I felt the divide in me...the torn longing to know where I will be in the future and the careful respect to stay patiently in the dark, evolving. Would I really have wanted to hear it if that woman leaned in close and whispered, "I know the rest of your life...I see it"? I would have wavered. I would have been uncertain if I even wanted to be told what was coming next.
L. shrugged and tossed her blonde hair behind her tanned shoulder, "I heard about another lady, though. This one works with the police and everything. Maybe we should give that a go just for the hell of it."
I paused for a full breath, then said, "Well, let me know if you do." I peeled the label from the slick bottle with my fingernail and sipped my beer, "Who knows...maybe I'll tag along."