Soulmates are for sissies...

When I went up to the northern province of Chiang Mai for the Christmas break, we decided to have some fun and go to a fortune teller. Most Thais are very superstitious and nine people out of ten have been to at least one fortune teller in their life. It's pretty much a Thai rite of passage. I've been to a couple, none of whom agreed with each other or impressed me. As a Thai person, I do have some beliefs that are way out there, but as an educated young woman, I happen to believe that fortune tellers are nothing more than amateur psychologists. They're just good at interpreting body language and other clues. Anyhow, we get to this fortune teller and he enters all of our relevant information (birthdate, birthplace, gender etc.) into - get this - a computer. Seriously. So I'm sitting there like, "Give me a break." Then he turns to me and the first thing he says is, "You shouldn't be so concerned with finding a soulmate. You don't have one." Now, this wouldn't be earth-shattering if not for the fact that for about two weeks before this, I'd been thinking the exact same thing to myself. Thinking perhaps is not the right word; I'd been feeling it. You know how some people tell you when they met the one they felt like (pardon the cliche), they'd found their other half? Well, all my life I've been keeping an eye peeled for my other half and I really, truly believed that he was out there, somewhere, and he'd find me at the appropriate time. Sappy? Yeah, I suppose. But more and more, I'm starting to realize that maybe that's not the path for me. Maybe I'm already complete or maybe another person is not what's going to fulfill me, something else is (the fortune teller said my strengths lie in academic ventures, or something along those lines). Weird as this may seem, I felt calmer, more free. Strange...story of my life.

Final thought: Down with love!  :twisted: