Okay, so I saw this “wish divination” thing trending and figured, why not? I’m a sucker for anything that promises a little magic, even if it’s probably just a fun little trick. I decided to give it a shot and document the whole thing.
Getting Started
First, I needed to figure out what I actually wanted. That’s always the hardest part, right? I mean, I want a million things, but I needed something specific. After some serious soul-searching (and a lot of pacing around my living room), I settled on a simple wish: to find a really cool, unique vintage teacup at the thrift store this weekend.
The Ritual (Or Whatever You Want to Call It)
Next, I found a quiet spot, my bedroom with the curtains drawn for that extra mystical vibe. I Took a piece of paper. And wrote down my wish seven times, tried to make it neat. Folding that paper up small. Got a regular old drinking glass, filled it with water. Placed the folded paper in the water, watching it slowly sink. It’s kind of mesmerizing, watching the paper slowly get soaked and drift down.
Then, according to the instructions I found, I was supposed to leave the glass undisturbed overnight. The idea is that the water absorbs your intention or something. It felt a little silly, but I went with it. Placed the glass on my nightstand, right next to my alarm clock. The waiting game is always killer. Seriously, the hardest part. I kept glancing at the glass, wondering if anything magical was happening in there. Spoiler alert: it just looked like a glass of water with a soggy piece of paper in it.
The Next Morning…
I woke up, and, let’s be honest, I kind of forgot about the whole thing for a minute. Then I saw the glass and remembered my little experiment. I carefully took the paper out of the water. It was, predictably, a wet mess. I unfolded it as best as I could. It was all blurry and ripped in a few places, but I could still make out the words.
Then, And this part is important, apparently, I burned the paper. Now, I’m not usually one for setting things on fire indoors, so I did this very carefully over the sink, using a lighter and a small ceramic dish. Watched the paper turn to ash. Felt a little dramatic, honestly, but also kind of…cleansing? Maybe it was just the fumes.
Did It Work?
So, the big question: did I get my vintage teacup? I went to my favorite thrift store. Started browsing the usual spots, checking out the knick-knacks and glassware. Found a pretty decent selection of teacups. And then, tucked away on a bottom shelf, I saw it. A delicate, floral-patterned teacup with a tiny chip on the handle. It was perfect! Exactly the kind of unique, slightly imperfect thing I was hoping for. I got my teacup! It was pretty much exactly what I had pictured. Coincidence? Maybe. But it was a fun little experiment, and hey, I got a cool teacup out of it. I’m calling it a win.
