The psychic who negged me

A psychic accosted me on the street yesterday, and wow was she persistent. The encounter was a textbook case of cold reading, but it took a weird turn toward Neil Strauss territory when she started negging me--complimenting me only to have those compliments reveal my psychic pain (or whatever):

Psychic: Excuse me, Anne?
AB: (I was about to have tea and figured I had met her having tea before.) No, it's Alice.
Psychic: Of course! Many wonderful things have happened to you lately, right?
AB: Yes?
Psychic: But you feel like every time you take a few steps forward, you take steps back. That always happens to you.
AB: (realizes what's going on) I guess so?
Psychic: It'll keep happening to you. You need to come and see me, here's a card. You're so beautiful, but I sense a darkness there. You wear bright colors to mask the depression, don't you?
AB: I just like red? Thanks, I'm on my way somewhere.
Psychic: When are you going to call me?
AB: I'll think about it.
Psychic: Listen, are you lying to me, or are you fucking lying to yourself?
AB: Thank you, I have to go now.
Psychic: Here, you need a more powerful service. Give me back that card and take this one (which advertises help with anxiety, depression, and "lonliness.")