Growing up isolated, when I got to town I was tremendously naïve. To this day, I still stumble over various things that really bewilder me.
There are countless things I could list that I only figured out, ten or twenty years after the fact, or because someone tipped me off. Even when someone does tip me to something, it doesn’t necessarily register and I mean it can take ten years for me to really understand of assimilate the thing.
Case in point, I was in a situation when I was young, where I was in close proximity to a man who hired prostitutes all the time. The man was in his sixties. The women were all ages and all colors and when he said they were his friends…well I’d have never thought they were anything but!
In this particular case, it was some years later someone told me these girls were all prostitutes and I was stunned. It’s not like I hear something like this and think, oh! I knew that! It’s not like I’m embarrassed. I’m in such a state of disbelief, I don’t ask questions in a circumstance like this, other than maybe, “Are you sure?” They’re sure!
It then takes me ten years for me to really see what the situation was and this is probably because I don’t try that hard. I mean, who wants to know this stuff, anyway? I liked these girls; sometimes having breakfast with one of them and the old man; having no clue they’d slept with him the night before.
There are people out there who say they are onto whatever is going on in their environment . They say they scan all the time and I believe them. I can’t say that I scan at all but I do feel okay about all this to some extent because if there is something important for me to know, I’ll find out in plenty of time somehow. I have faith in this (Neptune) because it’s been the case over time (Saturn) but this other thing is weird. I don’t exactly know when I’m clueless and I’m so often the last to know. Many times I am the first to know something so it makes it even stranger.
I am grateful to be partnered with a fellow weirdo. My husband grew up in too many cultures to fit well in any of them so there is some affinity although we’re very different.
A few years ago, some of you might remember that I found out a friend of mine was dead. I’d been looking for her for close to twenty years and finally found her sister’s names on a genealogy site. I contacted the family and learned she was killed in a car accident in Texas when she was in her mid-20’s. I won’t elaborate because this is already a long post but recently…in the last year or so, I have come to realize she was also very likely a whore. I should have known, but I could not have known. When you grow up in the desert, without a TV…well there are no whores out there so it’s just not something that would occur to a person like me…until maybe thirty-five years after the fact.
The bulk of my life takes place in the 8th house. This is true whether I’m conscious or not.