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Tag Archives: self-fulfilling prophesy
It’s That Time of Year Again!
My late, ex-sister-in-law always said my family suffered from the “Slickster Curse,” not our real surname, but a moniker used throughout my Internet and Social Media presence, used in substitution to protect the innocent. How she determined our dark dilemma is … Continue reading
Life’s Lessons Learned
A favorite subject of mine at the university was Psychology 101, making a lasting impression in the back of my mind, brought forward to the frontal lobe whenever I ask myself the question, “Why me?” The Cooper went in for … Continue reading
Rubbish and Hogwash
Premonitions or predictions can lead to self-fulfilling prophesies if one is not careful. Take the story of a man named Jed. He had his fortune read by Madame Marie, who said to beware of lions, stating he would die at … Continue reading