@Ghost said in RL Anger:
My friend has gotten into investigating for MUFON and he's trying to tap my SO and I as "ghost hunters" with him.
Fuck. My. Life.
Well. It happened.
Last night was <whatever best word means the polar opposite of awesome>.
My SO and I were invited to a dinner with a group of these UFO investigators (including my friend). They wanted to BBQ some food and talk about maybe doing some ghost hunting. They said it was about ghost hunting.
So we thought: "*Fuck it. It'll be a nice BBQ, meet some people, and if it means we head out to some "haunted" (AIRQUOTES) B&B with some people will undoubtedly find ghosts everywhere they look, we still get a nice B&B trip in."
So...we get there to find our friend (who connected us to these people) has cancelled. NOT A BIG DEAL, we'd met some of them before and they were nice. We proceed to dinner, talk about where we are from. You know: Typical dinner party stuff. Until one of them says:
"Perhaps we should go around the table and talk about which skill everyone is adding to the group..."
"...and then later we are going to talk to our remote viewing expert and how we are going to make contact."
make contact.
MAKE CONTACT.
I shit you not. I'm not sure what or where the communication on the dinner party idea changed or went wrong, or if this was karma for that hoodwinked gif, but I then found myself within the lair of a group of believers who thoroughly intended for a group meditation SLASH telepathic communication with aliens BEFORE dessert.
So my SO mentions that we love meditation and subtly tries to suggest maybe that's a bit too much. By subtly I mean she said "Oh!" and...didnt expound.
So while theyre talking about the bond we are going to create, I say: "Hey, guys, I don't think I'm the person you're looking for. I could only negatively impact whatever thing you're trying to build."
PERSON: "Oh trust us. Let's get things started because a remote viewer is waiting for us from another location."
MY S.O., A FEW GLASSES OF WINE IN: Gives Ghost the 'whatever, let's see where this rabbit hole goes' look and trots off to the living room.
Sidebar: Most of these people are older than us and kinda tie their self esteem into this stuff. We didn't feel a shred of not being safe. It was more 'these people draw self esteem from this and don't want to be an asshole to our friend's friends'.
Anyway, this is getting long so I'll wrap it up.
GUESS WHAT, GUYS?! TURNS OUT THERE IS A COLLECTIVE OF PSYCHIC EXTRA TERRESTRIALS OUT THERE WHO HAVE CHOSEN ME (AND ONLY THIS GROUP) AS PART OF A SUPER IMPORTANT DIPLOMATIC KNOWLEDGE SHARE BETWEEN US AND THEIR CULTURE. ME! I'M SPECIAL! I've been chosen for some pretty clutch shit.
Or so say the "remote viewer expert" and the "psychic expert".
Who was surprised to read that we successfully communicated with aliens??? Me? Not one bit. That shit was pre-ordained. They may as well have sent out invitations that read: Let's have a dinner party where I guide you through successfully getting in on this PrP that I'll be railroading.
As we drove home, my SO was in full blown "OMG I'm so sorry i didn't mean to miss your cue, and we gotta have a talk with our friend" mode. She's 100% out. Both her and I have experience with cult behavior (really extreme pagan groups; she was raised Pentecostal), and our friend is a pretty normal guy who probably still thinks this just "ghost hunting", so we need to rush to talk to him.
And then she says: "You don't have to go, but if he decides to go I wanna go to keep an eye on him."
BITCH, THIS IS HOW PEOPLE END UP SISTER WIVES WTF NOW IF YOU GO I GOTTA GO TO KEEP YOU FROM COMING BACK HOME AND SUDDENLY BEING LIKE: "Baby, I'm a star princess, now, 45th wife to the space emperor who wants to consummate our super important diplomatic union through KEVIN (not a real name in this situation), who is his chosen vessel."
Sigh.
Never woulda happened if her and I stayed in to mush. Fucking irony that.
Edit/OneMoreThing: Dessert after psychically establishing first contact with people y'all are simply not special enough to be picked to have contact with(But I am! You jealous fuckers. Haha. #winningAndLosingAtSameTime)...was some decent cake.