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(You cannot imagine how much that title amuses me. It relates to the post way more literally than you're probably thinking! :D)
So, one day my mother informed me that she had heard of this healer. Yeah. Needless to say (I hope), my initial reaction was to be skeptical. However, she went on to explain that this was no scam, that the woman had simply noticed her talent one day and has since been using it to help people for free. Well, I thought. If it was free ...
Now, this is not the kind of situation where you can simply make an appointment. It's not her job; it's just something that she does for friends, acquaintances and friends of friends. She probably does have a job, which I assume takes up time. So my mother first had to get to know her a bit, and then she had to introduce us. I think they actually are friends now. *shrugs*
When we were introduced to each other, it was not strictly for this purpose, either. She really just introduced us, at a barbecue that we were both invited to. I have no idea what the next step is supposed to be, though I'm going to ask my mother one of these days.
The only problem is ... I kind of don't like her.
I'm probably being silly here and I thought she was quite alright until it was almost time to leave, but what she said then hit a really sore spot. I was having some trouble breathing at the time because my allergy meds had worn off and asthma spray alone couldn't combat the onslaught of allergens anymore (I was surrounded by dogs), so I said something to that effect. And this woman just went, "I don't believe that." I mean, what the fuck?! I think I asked her why, or at least something prompted her to go on, so she explained that I was obviously happy and enjoying myself.
Uhm. Excuse me, but since when has it been impossible to enjoy anything at all, ever, while you're not feeling well physically?? Am I not allowed to smile, for fear that people will think I am perfectly healthy? Should I stop making jokes and devote this journal entirely to the constant lamentation of my ills, for the sake of credibility?
I don't care that her tone was all friendly and uplifting. In fact, that is exactly what worries me. I am now afraid (I mean literally scared) that when (or if) I get to have my little healing session with her, she will simply attempt to talk me out of my illness. I've had enough of that shit, thank you. Thanks but no thanks. GO AWAY.
And yet, my mother has told me of an actual person who very nearly would have gone blind without her help. Urk. I suppose I'll have to grit my teeth and give her a chance.
(In retrospect, I'm suddenly amused by the amount of lit lanterns that were present at my mother's barbecue. Ahem.)
So, one day my mother informed me that she had heard of this healer. Yeah. Needless to say (I hope), my initial reaction was to be skeptical. However, she went on to explain that this was no scam, that the woman had simply noticed her talent one day and has since been using it to help people for free. Well, I thought. If it was free ...
Now, this is not the kind of situation where you can simply make an appointment. It's not her job; it's just something that she does for friends, acquaintances and friends of friends. She probably does have a job, which I assume takes up time. So my mother first had to get to know her a bit, and then she had to introduce us. I think they actually are friends now. *shrugs*
When we were introduced to each other, it was not strictly for this purpose, either. She really just introduced us, at a barbecue that we were both invited to. I have no idea what the next step is supposed to be, though I'm going to ask my mother one of these days.
The only problem is ... I kind of don't like her.
I'm probably being silly here and I thought she was quite alright until it was almost time to leave, but what she said then hit a really sore spot. I was having some trouble breathing at the time because my allergy meds had worn off and asthma spray alone couldn't combat the onslaught of allergens anymore (I was surrounded by dogs), so I said something to that effect. And this woman just went, "I don't believe that." I mean, what the fuck?! I think I asked her why, or at least something prompted her to go on, so she explained that I was obviously happy and enjoying myself.
Uhm. Excuse me, but since when has it been impossible to enjoy anything at all, ever, while you're not feeling well physically?? Am I not allowed to smile, for fear that people will think I am perfectly healthy? Should I stop making jokes and devote this journal entirely to the constant lamentation of my ills, for the sake of credibility?
I don't care that her tone was all friendly and uplifting. In fact, that is exactly what worries me. I am now afraid (I mean literally scared) that when (or if) I get to have my little healing session with her, she will simply attempt to talk me out of my illness. I've had enough of that shit, thank you. Thanks but no thanks. GO AWAY.
And yet, my mother has told me of an actual person who very nearly would have gone blind without her help. Urk. I suppose I'll have to grit my teeth and give her a chance.
(In retrospect, I'm suddenly amused by the amount of lit lanterns that were present at my mother's barbecue. Ahem.)
