I had my fortune read once…. well… kinda. The tarot cards were laid down and interpreted.
My friends mom considered the cards that had been allotted me by fate… or the gods… or… the mysterium. She then told me she couldn’t tell me about ‘this’ particular outcome. ‘But why not?’, I pushed back. ‘I’m sorry, I just can’t’, she said before moving on. She laid down some more cards. The rest of it was fairly generic, although interestingly she predicted that I was going to be a huge slut. Ha ha. Which was amusing to me at the time, because I was waaaaaaaay more into Dungeons and Dragons than girls. That one turned out to be pretty spot on I feel.
In any event, if the portents are to be believed, I may be the one who pushes the big red button and hard reboots the world. Know that I agonized over my decision. And then likely said ‘fuck it’. (before clicking the button multiple times… you know… because that makes the elevator come faster)