Uncouth PerspectivesNot on the rug, man.

I do two readings for her. I suppose I look back again in humor on the fact that I, Mr. I’m-not-spiritual-so-back-off, loves… loves to read tarot cards.

I dunno, maybe it’s to watch to the expression on the face of the people who I do the reading for. It would be a lie that to see her face twist in thought is not pleasureable even above and beyond the normal twist I get.. but that’s aside from the point.

We talk a little more about the meanings of the readings. How odd it is that they can sometimes be so right on. I tend to think back, though, to the horoscope type studies that show a whole class agreeing their horoscope is right on… and it turns out to be the same exact one.

Then… we start talking about ghosts…

See, many people believe my apartment is haunted. I’d be so inclined to agree if I didn’t simply not believe in it. I have torturous dreams. I lay awake for hours sometimes. There are, occasionally, odd things that happen.

My good friend Kristin spent the night once, and she had the same thing happened to her. Apparently it freaked her out. She lent me some White Sage to “cleanse” it, but I do not even know the first thing about that… so it’s just been sitting on my desk.

And, in fact, it is part of what tripped the ghost talk. She does believe in the possibilities of ghosts. In fact, she relates a story to me that was very trippy. It is simply one of those things that make you wonder…

Do you wonder?