Seeking Mystical Guidance: A Spiritual Family Legacy

Why have I always been drawn to the mystical? Is it some sort of faith I don’t hold for myself? It’s Cinco de Mayo, and I’m debating asking online psychics to pull cards for me, when I should probably be doing something for my classes. A lot of the work I had been doing for the past few months or weeks had just disappeared lately, and I don’t know how to cope with that, other than just sending emails when I can. My parents look out for me constantly and I don’t want to go home, and I just want to pull cards forever and let them guide me. My dad was always into that kind of stuff, and I know he knew how to read palms and birth charts, because I would see his analysis on the bedroom computer late at night, or as one of the only English books in the dusty book shelf back home with the palm and rubber. He will never read my birth chart, or read my palm, no matter how much I ask. Is he afraid something or everything will disappear, or is it something about me, or is it just an attempt to make me more pragmatic, to ground me in the tangible? Either way, I have inherited everything else you would not like me to inherit, so I guess that is natural, both the rebellion and the inheritance.