Palmistry or chiromancy is the ancient art of telling or characterizing one’s past, present or future from the lines and shape of their hands. This form of fortune telling spans many world cultures and is widely trusted and accepted. Some say that Julius Caesar used to judge his men by what their palms told him.It’s not hard to find a palm reader in Boston but the place we decided on had almost discovered my friend and I one day. While driving around in search of something completely different, we stopped at a red light and looked over to see an eerily glowing sign advertising 5 dollar palm reading. Then and there we decided, one day, when in need of a slightly sketchy and possibly pointless adventure we would try it out. At last I found my excuse, this column is the perfect opportunity to fulfill my curiosity about psychics and the supernatural that has developed from watching too many X-Files episodes.When it comes to psychics, whether your a skeptic, a die-hard believer or just don’t know, there is a part in all of us that wants it to be true. Who wouldn’t want someone to help us understand our past and present obstacles and give us little tips and hints about the trials we have yet to overcome. It’s like being shown the footholds in the seemly shear and vast cliff we must all traverse.So, unbeknownst to the group of four friends I had convinced to go with me, I was giddy with anticipation for my first adventure of the year. The start of semester is always a time when I ask the big “why” questions and ponder running away to Mexico and opening a smoothie shack/ hostel and sleeping in a hammock, so I wasn’t going to scoff at some other worldly advice:6:00 pm: Perhaps it is the fact that it is night time or that it is pouring rain but, either way, the old brick building with the neon sign glowing “psychic” is certainly one of the creepiest things I have ever seen. We parked down a backstreet with darkened residences and, left the warmth and familiarity of the car to seek our fortunes with 5 dollar palm readings on the corner of 1A in Revere. The way I see it is that entering this building will either get me killed or find me my soul mate. I feel strongly that it has a pretty even chance of going either way.6:05pm: I won’t lie that I have whispered, “maybe we should go,” a good number of times at this point, but we have the Mass Media’s vast readership to consider here. Somehow we all persevere and opened the first door, the four of us crowding into the little room or entrance way before knocking on the final door of no return. Peering in through the class door I expected to find a dimly lit room with intricately hung silks, crystals, possibly a shrunken hear hanging around and the air thick with the pungent smell of incense. Well, the air is definitely thick, just with cigarette smoke and the decorations consist of a half-hearted line of candles on a windowsill.6:10 pm: We are all sitting on the couch waiting for Cecilie to have her palm read. I am pretty sure it is a scam at this point. The place is quit literally someone’s gaudy smoke stained living room. The “psychic” was some hoarse old lady in a pink dress and some bad gold jewelry. In the corner there is some chubby boy sitting in front of a monstrous flat screen TV killing about five people a second in some video game of which I am sure the spirits do not approve. A younger woman has just entered and asked if we are here for palm readings.6:30 pm: I have to admit, I am pretty freaked out. The younger woman who read the palms of my friend and I, we both agree, was uncannily accurate. Everyone assures us that our faces must have indicated things to her but we all spent the half-hour car ride there coaching each other on steely poker faces that we all confidently kept through our encounters. She definitely knew things that could never be indicated by an eye twitch and my inner skeptic and imagination are at war right now in my head as I try to explain rationally the woman’s seeming omniscient.Whatever may or may not have happened on the creepy corner in Revere we all agree it was well worth the trip. Whether one day you are walking down the street and notice a sign, or plan it out in advance, visiting a palm reader is like a guilty pleasure that must be indulged. As college students we are constantly dealing with figuring out our futures and what we want to do, so for ten minutes its comforting to think there is a plan and destiny in front of us waiting to be fulfilled. Maybe there is not just a confusing web of paths that could lead us in any number of directions and that we should worry less and enjoy the fact that it is all going to be OK.