Counting Blue Buttons
What is the human wish to know the future? As beings who can see the past and the present, and know that a future exists, why do we see the need to look into it? To have more control over our lives, to see a pattern in the world, to have the benefit of hindsight before we even start. To look for advice and a way out when all we can see is the swirling tornado of thoughts and feelings scattered with the debris of well-meaning advice. So many cultures have ways to see into the future: coffee grounds, tea leaves, Tarot, I Ching, palm reading.
H had her coffee grounds read by one of the Turkish Girls. Then I read her tarot cards. One message was clearly the same.
What do you think of that?
Sometimes I talk to people in my head, like behindpyramids has said she does. This is often when I should write or tell the topic that's circling in my imaginary conversation -- it's like in the absence of someone to tell the cool new idea, my brain presents it back to the people who made me think of the idea. However, this is often a situation where it would be a bad idea to actually tell the person(s) who made me think of it.
Point in fact:
"So you've pegged us all into categories already?"
"Yes, I have."
"Where did you put us?"
I pointed at the three guys around the table. "Artist, Player/Troublemaker, Craftsman."
"And what are you?"
"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?"
It's that strange irony that we would fit other people into one category, but ourselves into many.
H had her coffee grounds read by one of the Turkish Girls. Then I read her tarot cards. One message was clearly the same.
What do you think of that?
Sometimes I talk to people in my head, like behindpyramids has said she does. This is often when I should write or tell the topic that's circling in my imaginary conversation -- it's like in the absence of someone to tell the cool new idea, my brain presents it back to the people who made me think of the idea. However, this is often a situation where it would be a bad idea to actually tell the person(s) who made me think of it.
Point in fact:
"So you've pegged us all into categories already?"
"Yes, I have."
"Where did you put us?"
I pointed at the three guys around the table. "Artist, Player/Troublemaker, Craftsman."
"And what are you?"
"Now that would be telling, wouldn't it?"
It's that strange irony that we would fit other people into one category, but ourselves into many.