Roomie and I were running errands after I got out of class. We had to get a few things from Wal Mart. At some point we split up in the store and I was browsing for some new bed sheets. While doing so, a woman walks by the isle and turns back around to come talk to me. She asked if I believe in readings and it took me a little off guard. Honestly, the only thing I was focusing on was the feeling that was taking over my chest when she came up to me. It wasn’t a heavy nor uplifting feeling. It was just this space that swept in my chest.
I told her that I really wasn’t sure how I felt about readings and psychics. She said that she doesn’t normally go up to random people but she told me that I had a lot of negative energy around me.
“Excuse me?” I was a bit shocked from that statement!
“You have a lot of people who are jealous of you and want to bring you down.” She continues.
“People are jealous of me??” Making sure I heard that right. She walked off telling me to be careful again.
I know. A lot of people are shaking their heads and not buying this bologna! It’s cool. You can do that. You weren’t there and you certainly didn’t feel what I felt when she came up to me. Who knows? You probably have never dealt with anything in the spiritual realm. So, I listen very carefully to my body’s reactions to these sorts of events. A medium or psychic, if they’re legit. I’ll feel their energy. I don’t bother with them if I don’t feel anything. 😉
Yes. This situation fucked with me for the rest of the day. Not in a paranoid way. More like a what the fuck? Who could possibly be jealous of me?
I look around and I don’t believe I have anything special going on in my life. I’m single, in the city and enjoying my life. However, I don’t feel that I have anything that anyone else would be jealous over? I don’t live in the most luxurious place of H-town. I drive an old car, most of my clothes are from Wal Mart or the thrift store? I don’t have a handsome butch girlfriend anywhere for anyone to get jealous over?
Needless to say…I don’t get it. I guess everyone has their own reasons for being jealous. Or maybe my intuition is wrong and the medium was just another crazy person wandering the isles of Wally World.