Palm Reading
Today in Hampton, at the Blackbeard festival there was a palm reader.
I thought that those types of things were bullshit, & I wanted to just do it for laughs.
When the woman took my hand, she told me everything about me. Turns out, everything, & I mean everything was true.
She said that I’m always having so much trouble with relationships, and that I haven’t been in a serious one yet. She said I was picky, extremely picky. She said I left home early, I learned how to somewhat take care of myself, and the struggles of taking care of myself, but I realized that I wasn’t doing it right so I had to come back home. She said that I didn’t believe in a God, but she felt the vibes of Hinduism coming off of me, & that I should look into it. She said that I have strong love for me on the west coast, from California to Colorado. She said that when I’m mad, I don’t let it show right then & there. I let it build up inside of me, & at the worst times is when it all unleashes.
I swallowed the words of saying that Palm reading was bullshit. It was crazy.
