Despite my love of SF/F, I've always been very skeptical about supernatural stuff, including psychics. It all just seems very hard to swallow.
My grandmother used to make semi-regular visits to a psychic, who of course told her everything she wanted to hear (i.e. that my sister and I would both be great successes). Of course, she got a number of things wrong: she told my grandmother that I would become a writer and a lecturer (not entirely impossible, but it doesn't look like it'll be happening any time soon), and that I would live with my parents until I was 30 (I moved out at 25). She also said that my sister, at the time in high school, should look for work in a pet store -- never mind that she's allergic to cats.
I always found it rather amusing that my grandmother went in for this sort of stuff -- particularly since, in my Catholic school, we had been taught that the Church takes a negative view of people who claim to be affected with such phenomena.
My grandmother used to make semi-regular visits to a psychic, who of course told her everything she wanted to hear (i.e. that my sister and I would both be great successes). Of course, she got a number of things wrong: she told my grandmother that I would become a writer and a lecturer (not entirely impossible, but it doesn't look like it'll be happening any time soon), and that I would live with my parents until I was 30 (I moved out at 25). She also said that my sister, at the time in high school, should look for work in a pet store -- never mind that she's allergic to cats.

I always found it rather amusing that my grandmother went in for this sort of stuff -- particularly since, in my Catholic school, we had been taught that the Church takes a negative view of people who claim to be affected with such phenomena.