I was talking to a friend of mine the other day. Her friend Karen recently returned from teaching in Japan over the past few years. But, Karen doesn’t go out on the weekends, despite the fact that she wants to find a boyfriend/husband. Why doesn’t she get out and meet people? Because a psychic told her that she’d meet the man she’d marry in the next year. Now Karen doesn’t feel the need to even try to meet anyone – it’s already “guaranteed” by a psychic. (Who says psychics are all just harmless fun?)
In other news, my dad sent me an email the other day. They’re driving thorough Ohio, so they thought they’d make a visit to the Creation Museum. No, this isn’t a “what are these wacky creationists claiming” kind of a trip. My parents actually believe in a six-day creation and a six-thousand year-old universe. I just wish my parents weren’t paying these charlatans.