Amusing myself with a blogthingy quiz while my mind crashes and burns as stress just plain overwhelms me. I answer the questions honestly on the “What is your Tarot card quiz?” and get this.

You are The Devil

Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession

The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.

Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really “Satan” at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.

What Tarot Card are You?
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Well…
what do you say to that other than, “Well. How special.”
I do tarot readings. I know it’s not so off the wall.
How special.
Yeah, yeah, nevermind that really. Stress. Let’s see. New group therapy. Flashbacks from childhood sexual abuse. Long time friend’s biz and livelihood burned to the ground over the weekend and said friend already had legal, tax, biz, and mental health crap to deal with. My money situation sucks at the moment, partly because I’ve been too busy having flashbacks to be very much for working consistently. Got word last week that they may totally change my therapy plan and lucky me might get a new therapist altogether. Cripes, I’ve already had 6 new MH docs/therapists in the past 11 months already! Fellow that I hired to do some stuff with me is having a mental breakdown, so none of that is getting done, on top of my own stuff. The cat keeps trying to get out so he can ramble about and maybe get run over. Best friend is sick as a dog with 105F fever and apparently a flu. She might have to be in the hospital for god knows how long. Now I’m having nightmares that the tub in the upstairs bathroom will fall on my bed and kill me. Stuff I’d ordered for work is backordered and I need it by Thursday. My library books are overdue. Stress, boy do I have stress. And of course, this level of stress throws the bipolar stuff around in a tizzy.

So I blog instead of doing anything useful about the bits I can. How special.

Ugh. Can I go hide under the covers and get back up next year? Pretty please?

Currently Playing: The Mission soundtrack

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