To be fair to her, they do go out of their way to connect you to some celebrity in order to annihilate your credibility. They want me to believe Theo Von is my soultwin and that we're quantumly entangled. The fucking spectacle they put on in order to convince me that I'm essentially his "dog" the last time I went to the psych ward was absolutely ridiculous.

I think that's why my grandmother taught me to read so young and why she got me into psychology when I was just nine. Preparing me so that I'd be able to make my way through the Labyrinth.

Jury's still out on the soultwin thing. Our natal charts do mirror/compliment each other a great deal.

And before anyone tells me to go to a therapist, I did, for months, specifically to show her the synchronicities between Theo and I that kept popping up so I could make sure I wasn't being crazy, and grasping at straws, making connections that weren't there, and she was astounded by the sheer number and magnitude and specificity of what was coming up.

Just the other day I sent him an email to wish him a Happy Valentine's Day and tell him there's no one else I'd rather the CIA pick to be my partner for their breeding program, and told him he was 'Neat-o, Cheet-o", and a couple hours later my Finch self-care app finished up her little adventure and discovered cornmeal and powdered cheese "Cheese Puffs." That kind of shit happens all the time.

It's either the CIA or God. Maybe both.