Okay, so I gave that playing card reading thing a shot. You know, that cartomancy stuff? I was bored, and figured, why not? I mean, I have a deck of cards just sitting there, doing nothing. I went ahead and grabbed it. It’s one of those standard 52-card decks everyone’s got lying around somewhere.
First, I had to learn what the heck each card was supposed to mean. I know what they mean in poker, but apparently, that’s not the same at all. I did some digging, looking through this thing called Serena’s Guide, and it actually had a decent breakdown of the meanings.
Shuffle, Cut, and Pray
Once I had a basic idea of the cards, I mixed that deck like my life depended on it. Then, I cut the deck into three piles, trying to focus on whatever question I had in my mind. To be honest, I don’t remember what I was even asking. Probably something really profound like, “Will I finally finish that series I started?”
Reading the Cards
Next, I dealt out the cards in some kind of spread. I say “some kind” because I tried a few different ones. There’s tons of them! I did a simple three-card one, a five-card thing, and even tried one that looked like a horseshoe. Don’t ask me to explain it, that’s the best I could describe. Then I was trying to figure out the readings.
- The hearts were all about love and feelings, which, okay, makes sense.
- Diamonds were about money and stuff, again, pretty obvious.
- Spades were the “bad” cards, representing troubles and difficulties.
- Clubs were kind of in-between, more about work and achievements.
I pulled a bunch of hearts, so I guess love is in the air, or something. There were some diamonds too, so maybe I’ll finally win the lottery. There were also some clubs in the past position, so maybe that refers to my previous job? I also got a few spades, so I definitely need to watch my back, it seems. The whole thing was actually kind of fun, even though I’m pretty sure I was making up half of it as I went along.
Anyway, that was my adventure in playing card divination. It was not bad for a way to kill an afternoon. Would I do it again? Probably. Would I base any major life decisions on it? Absolutely not. But who knows, maybe those hearts are really onto something. Now I just need to figure out how to interpret this whole mess.
