see, my appointment was like 15 minutes, and probably the least "spacey, ethereal, weirdo" holistic-healer/astrologer type person you've ever seen. He wore a polo shirt for crying out loud. I think that made it even more awkward than if he had been covered in ash and burning incense, because it felt like I was back in church.
Then again, I got cornered by a lady strung out on meth the other night. She was ranting and raving and telling me about the genocide that I needed to come help her stop. That was plenty weird for me...
Okay. So You moving away would blow- Cause you are very awesome and seeing very awesome people move away sucks- but, it would be another person on my list of cool people who live in San Jose- and thus another palio to hang out with when I visit there.
it's kind of like living in stereotypical 50s america, but in sort of a creepy suspense movie sort of way. if you get a chance to read a book called Leaving The Saints (which is really well written whether or not you believe the author's abuse allegations), do it... great examples through the book on what cultural mormonism is like.
