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I'm not a party girl. If you invite me to a party, I'll probably pretend to act excited and then be like, "MAN! I forgot, my sister's getting married tomorrow," despite the fact that I don't have a sister.
But that all changed when I got invited to a party thrown by Twitter. I don't know what the purpose of the party was, but I knew I had to go. I mean, come on, it's Twitter!
I'll admit, the party itself was pretty dope. There was an In-N-Out truck serving endless burgers and fries, pretty galaxy donuts, small vegan plates from Café Gratitude, and an open bar serving aesthetically pleasing fruity drinks. But the madness didn't stop there! There were hipster men in fedoras writing poems for us, artists painting pictures for us, and professional photographers giving us full-on photo shoots. And if the plethora of food wasn't enough for you, you could help yourself to a goodie bag filled with enamel pins, fidget spinners, and a bunch of other B.S. we didn't need.
You're probably thinking, "DAMN! What an event." But honestly, it was...dreadfully boring. That's the thing about influencer parties — the fancy food and the infinite supply of free stuff is cool, but the people that attend these things are blander than unsalted saltine crackers.
There was no talking, dancing or laughing. Everyone entered the party with their plus one or group and then cornered themselves with them. There was a lot of picture taking and content creation, but very little human interaction. There were tons of famous YouTubers there, including Liza Koshy, but they weren't their same ol' entertaining selves.
I wanted to get the hell out of there. I went to the bathroom real quick, and on my way back, I noticed a woman sitting by herself at a booth with tarot cards. Interesting, I thought. But when I actually started walking past her, she told me to sit down so she could read me.
Being the new age stan I am, I sat down. She closed her eyes for quite some time so she could "focus." Honestly, I thought she was gonna spew some serious B.S., but moments later, she had me feeling all of the feels.
This was about a year ago, so I don't remember what she said word-for-word, but it was something like this: "When I look into your soul, all I see is wisdom. You are a stoic, old soul trapped inside of a cute girl. And you need to realize that people in L.A. aren't going to take the time to see through that." People have been telling me this for ages, and the fact that some random woman reassured that for me got me feelin some type of way.
She then proceeded to tell me that I need to stop being so impulsive and wait things out, and being the Aries I am, I FELT THAT. She knew I wanted to move onto the next chapter of my life. She knew I was ready for a new location, a new challenge and a new life, but told me to keep calm.
After she said that, this was me trying to keep it together:
So while the party sucked, it ended up being worth it due to my energy being read. Was this random woman actually gifted or was she just spewing nonsense? Who knows. But the experience was priceless. I ended up finding more value in myself after that night. I don't swear by things like horoscopes, crystals and tarot cards, but I think there's always a small possibility your experience will mean something.
So if some random lady wants to read your energy at a party, let her do it. What's the worst that can happen?