The Owl

Recently I found myself on the hippie street in a strange city, complete with Jesus bongs and fire jugglers, and decided to get my Tarot cards read.

Allow me to set the scene: middle-aged woman who looks like she’s straight out of the suburbs is sitting in the corner of a sports bar giving really cheap 10 minute Tarot card readings and keeping track of the time with her cell phone. Yes please!

I plopped down, skipped the introduction and said, “Romance. I’ve got a lot of options right now. Tell me something.”

A few cards in she asked, “How many options are we talking about, here?”

“A lot.”

“Okay. I was going to have you draw a card for each person, but instead why don’t you draw ONE card for what you’re looking for in someone?”

I drew The Owl.

“Okay,” said the Tarot Card Lady. “You need someone who can see through you. You are good at calling people on their shit. You need someone who can call you on yours.”

Now, I don’t care what you think about Tarot cards. You can totally believe them, you can believe that they are vague enough to apply to everyone and make people believe something magical is happening, or you can be like a dear friend of mine who just shrugs and says, "I love that shit."

Whatever. Here's my point: isn’t that fantastic advice? Isn’t that exactly what everyone wants?

I want someone who can see through me! I want someone to call me on my bullshit! I want someone who sees me clearly and likes me anyway! I want someone who can help me see exactly what is going on, perhaps even before I can see it, holds me to my beliefs, and enjoys doing it.

In short, I just want someone who blows my mind. Is that too much to ask?