Today’s deck is the Ninja Tarot.
It is SHOCKINGLY good. Though to be fair, The Fool is a ninja jumping off a cliff with a shiba following him so I feel like it played dirty. I’d expect no less from a ninja though.
Ninjas are interesting in that even in Japan they’re treated… basically like folk creatures, these warriors that exist in shadows as assassins, that can summon familiars and make the onomatopoeia “nin nin” when they do stuff, and any other number of additions.
I was so tempted to make a joke with the photo being my bare hand, but the lashback at how mid-2000s that would’ve been made me rethink things.
…oh right, the reading.
It actually talks about how inner prosperity must be achieved by a realignment of the self.
You might be wondering: “Fer how do you decide a reversed card is for internal elements or for inverted meaning?” To be honest it’s just about vibes. That’s why the same cards in two different days might give me a different impression.
Woke up roughly to go get drinks.
Well it wasn’t straight to it, I woke up at around 5 or and then the thing was at 8 so I had time to not have an empty stomach and such.
Friend wanted to check Evil so we went and had to wait a little bit.
After it opened two people came in and the guy was asking me a couple of things like what I thought of Ukomaru-san (the bartender), what I thought of Americans, and interestingly: What language I thought in.
He asked that as they were leaving but that’s an interesting question just in general. You’d think it’s either just spanish or just english but it’s slightly trickier than that.
Roughly speaking, there’s things that I think in english first because that’s the only language in which I’ve had to deal with that. For example in Spanish I don’t really use profane language at all, but in english being raised by TV and media rather than family means I curse up a storm no problem, and the result is that I might be thinking in Spanish about something and then throw expletives in English because my brain only has exercised using expletives in English.
I count mentally in Spanish, my own inner monologue is in a weird Spanglish mix but predominantly Spanish. This phenomenon is also the reason why I only write creatively in English, because all my experience writing is in English. It’s not that I don’t know the words or I couldn’t write in Spanish if I tried, it’s more the fact that the skill of stringing words together comes more naturally in English.
Like, pretty sure that aside from school stuff we’re talking 3 years vs 10 years on that latter front.
That aside, the whole night was fun! And because my day was technically starting, it gave me plenty of time for the booze to wear off.
We’re actually gonna meet up again tomorrow. The original plan was tomorrow, but I was planning on hitting up Evil anyways so I told them hey might as well.