My first Open Diary entry was long ago, and I wrote about reading a drunk woman's palm. Might as well retell this story for my first entry here.
She was so drunk she couldn't keep her eyes open, and I use the eyes much more than the palm. Now I no longer need a palm, but this was 15 years ago. I told her she kept repeating the same abusive relationship patterns and would continue to do so as long as she didn't know her worth. It kind of sunk in.
The next time I saw her, she was bright eyed and excited. She said she met a good man and was moving to Florida. She thanked me for helping her realize her worth and break the pattern. It felt real good to hear that, but I didn't have much hope.
Months went by, and I saw her again. Her eyes were closed as she slurred, "Read muh palm." I didn't need her palm. I told her she went to Florida with this man, he beat her and took all her stuff. She kept her eyes closed and asked me how I knew. Then she asked me what she should do now.
I told her she should be gay.
She asked me if I was single.
The End~
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