My Jungian analysis of yesterday has me feeling acutely vulnerable, like when I first started my business and was only too aware that I fit neither here nor there… that there was no place for me to stand.
Beyond how odd it is for a woman to be an INTJ, if you add Tarot reading to the mix I become completely inscrutable. Or rather, that’s how I feel. And what’s worse, I know that the feeling is stupidly narcissistic, that it doesn’t even matter.
So, in an effort to comfort myself I’ve returned to Robert Anton Wilson. Like sucking my thumb, like smoking a cigarette — I find this man’s words immensely comforting. Enjoy!