If you've read my blog in the past you've probably seen my furious rants about my idiot of a best friend. You know, the one who has called me morally inferior and hell-bound?
Well after exactly a decade of being loyal to him in spite of his special brand of bullshit, we are no longer friends.
He sent an email to my husband (not me) telling me that we were no longer friends. No reasonable explanation, just some ridiculous babel over wanting what's best for me because he felt he was causing stress in my marriage.
I was hurt, I cried a little, I've complained to anyone who will listen...but I think I've turned a rather angry corner. See, yesterday I felt like I had been punched in the chest, and maybe tomorrow I will forget to think about it, but today? Today I want to send him live spiders for his birthday (he's arachnophobic). I won't though, partially because mailing live animals for the sake of petty anger is expensive, but mostly because I am a moral person, and while imagining him opening a box of live orb spiders and turning ghost white while failing to manage a scream does put a smirk on my face; I would never mail that jackass something that would cause him that sort of emotional damage.
So suck it Christianity, this atheist won't act on her legitimate fucking anger.
Anyways, another short story about the stupid shit in my life.
Tarot Card Nonsense:
I was showing a good friend of mine my old tarot cards that I used to read to make spending money on the side. I've never believed that a deck of cards told the future. I just learned cold reading at a young age and I've been acting even longer.
I don't read cards for money any more. Instead I tell people that I am making things up as I go and not to be duped by the likes of old me.
A young lady saw me showing my old cards off and asked for me to do a reading for her. I told her I don't really tell the future and what I did was just a parlor trick without the cool sleight of hand.
She insisted that she knew it was for entertainment purposes only. I told her I would only proceed if she would restrain herself from saying "It's so right!" or anything close.
She did not keep her side of the deal, because as soon as I finished she was nearly in tears over the cards.
I got irritated and reminded her that all I was doing was making vague generalizations based on what the cards looked like and filled it in with stuff I actually knew about her.
She asked if she could read mine.
She did a terrible job, and kept asking me what the cards in my reading meant. I told her they meant whatever she wanted, and she said "That may be fine for you but I am more honest."
I pointed out to her that I had been nothing but honest with her.
-I told her I don't believe in scrying or any other kind of divination.
-I told her how I come up with what I say.
-I admitted before and after the reading that the only things that weren't vague were things I actually knew about her.
She was trying to read my future in pieces of paper...trying to tell me what magic paper was telling her about me...
AND SHE CLAIMED TO BE MORE HONEST?!?!?
Ugh... This is why I am an angry atheist.