crystal ball
office culture tickles me. especially where i’m working. friday night, i’m waiting for the other girls at work to finish so we can go to dinner and then get our fortunes read.
it’s the “thing” for this month. getting palms read, tarot cards, birthday calculations. last year was henna eyebrows and semi permanent eyeliners.
apparently this tarot card reader guy we’re going to see is the “official” fortune teller for grammy. all the new and upcoming stars and hopefuls come to this fortune teller, to see if stardom is in their uh, stars. i’ve been to the guy before. honestly. for shits and giggles, it’s worth the three hundred baht because he’s an amazing body language reader. or whatever logical explanation there is to fortune telling.
i’ve gotten to know a couple girls that are crazy over fortune telling. they travel across the country and pay fortunes to hear what might be in their future. i don’t know if it’s a thai thing, or a female thing or a general people thing when it comes to fortune telling. i met a couple singaporean people that flew all the way to bangkok to get their fortunes told by the fortune lady in khao sarn road.
this really has nothing to do with office culture does it. it’s funny how so many smart women are going gaga over all this. the questions are usually the same:
how is my love life?
how is work?
how are my finances?
hee. i ask the same shit.
in stanford, prof zimbardo was teaching one of the psych classes, and had the students fill out some personal info. he said that he’ll take the info, and have everybody’s fortune read. couple classes later, he gives each student an envelope, and inside it were their fortunes. some cried, some were shocked, at how accurate thee fortunes came out to be. of course prof had everybody give their fortunes to the person next to them. and the class realises that everybody’s fortune the same.
but how the hell did the tarot guy know that my friends dad was more than ten years older than his mom?
hopefully the thing to do next month at this office is to get wat pho massages.
You should read ‘A fortune teller once told me’ about this Italian journalist who went to a fortunte teller who told him not to fly in the year xx (can’t remember now!) and sure enough that year he cancelled a trip and his colleague went instead and the plane went down (although his colleague survived). As a result this journalist decided to travel overland through SE Asia looking for fortune tellers to see if there was any truth in what they said.
I know many girls who love fortune telling, altough they are master of science or not. They told me they know fortune is about probability but it feels good to imagine themselves somehow. Just for fun.
Psychobabble 101:
Superstition, s