The other week, one of my friends and I decided to have our fortunes told by a psychic tarot card reader. My friend went first, and the psychic gave him some very impressive and interesting predictions. When it was my turn, the psychic dealt the cards, then stared at them blankly. Eventually she muttered a few comments about how it didn’t appear that much would be changing in my life in the next six months. When I asked her whether she was telling me that my life would be totally boring and uneventful, she decided to re-shuffle the cards and deal again. The second shuffle wasn’t any more fruitful than the first had been. When I asked her whether she could just make something up like she did with other people’s fortunes, I got thrown out of the shop.
I guess she was wrong.