Did anyone see this crazy story in the New York Times yesterday? A very gullible 32-year-old man in Brooklyn paid over $700,000 to a psychic.
In summer 2013, the man was melancholy. He had a good job in marketing, with an office in New York, some support staff and a growing list of connections. But he had met a woman in Arizona named Michelle. He was in love. She was not. “The girl didn’t want to be with me, and the girl had categorically made that clear,” he wrote in the statement.
On Aug. 24, 2013, he walked across the Williamsburg Bridge and wound up in front of 253 West 43rd Street. The neon sign in the window read “Psychic.”
As you can imagine, this doesn’t end well. The psychic is only too happy to sell him hope that Michelle will reciprocate his affections… for a sum. You know, the psychic has to cajole the evil spirits that are thwarting them. And she had to build a “time machine” with his gold Rolex watch…. and lure a spirit over a golden bridge.
The con only ended when the man learned (not from the psychic) that Michelle had died of a drug overdose. Apparently, the evil spirits won.
Before you snark at how idiotic this guy is to pay $700,000 to a wingnut psychic — let me ask you — how much did you spend to control uncontrollable outcomes? In your grief and vulnerability, how much did you spend on your Amazon chump habit? Marriage retreats? Attending couples counseling alone?
Sure, there is something deranged and stalker-ish about a man who would so obsessively pursue a woman who wasn’t interested. Which is very different than investing a life in someone and having huge sunk costs. Or getting mixed signals from the cheater.
But IMO, the hope is the same — I Can Pay Someone to Fix This! They see things I don’t see. They’ll show me the work around! I can control the uncontrollable! Because… I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to consider other outcomes. I don’t want to fail.
When it comes to the supernatural, some people see unicorns, and some people see psychics in Brooklyn.