Got pleasantly drunk last night with some friends. Talked witchcraft, spirits, and busted out the tarot. Was pretty awesome until dude started arguing with me when I was like, “no, dude, you need therapy to get your ish in order. You’re not nearly as badass as you think you are and all this *waves at table covered in cards* is your warning.”
Then I flipped two more cards: Justice and Empress, both reversed. I just went “oh, eff this. I have to pee and you haven’t listened to a damn word I’ve said.”
That, in and of itself, was a painful lesson I had to learn years ago. You can read and read for people, you can warn and remind and counsel them until you’re blue in the face. But you can’t make them listen. And when they don’t listen, you owe it to yourself to walk away. What we do as readers, it’s time consuming, not to mention a hell of a demand on our energy, and getting good takes practice. So much practice it makes your doubt yourself, your cards, your abilities until one day you realize how amazing you’ve become. People who don’t listen to you when they’ve asked you to read them in the first place... they don’t appreciate what you can do, what you’re giving them.
Which is why you have to walk away. Because if they don’t respect it, respect you, then you need to respect yourself. Get some air, get your own ish together, and move on to the next person.
Me? I read for another dude after. And he listened. I made him cry, but at least he listened.
