I’ve been to maybe a handful of psychics in my life. And it’s always been a sham. Someone with a folding table telling you what — through conversation — they’ve gleaned you came to hear… But I had a reading at Eastern Market a few weeks ago that was totally different than any of the others.

When she said something that didn’t mean anything to me or was incorrect, she didn’t try to slicktalk me to convince me she was right. She just said, “Hmmm, that’s interesting.” And she totally didn’t tell me what I wanted to hear. Actually I was kinda sad when I left her, but somehow that made me feel like she was a little more genuine. She wasn’t trying to make me happy, she was just telling me what she saw. And she was very confident — even giving me a pad of paper to write down the things she predicted would happen and on what dates so that I could refer to it when the dates arrived. Despite the fact that she offered almost no hopeful news for my personal life, I can’t lie. I like a cocky psychic…

“You’re life’s gonna suck. And I’m so certain I’m right that I want you to take notes on this ish.”

That’s gangsta.

So if you’re in the DC area and you’re not morally or philosophically opposed to psychics, visit her. She may not have good news but she’ll tell you [what she believes to be] the truth. No punches pulled. Which is more than you can probably say for a lot of people in your life.

2 thoughts on “My psychic keeps it real

  1. ListenToLeon

    HILARIOUS! I would have said, “If you’re so psychic, did you know I’m about to cuss you out for this f*cked-up reading?!” For real, Id be mad if I paid someone to tell me that…LOL

    Oh yeah, they quoted this in the Express Blog Log. If you’re near a metro station, I’m sure you can grab one and take a look at it :)

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