In Key West last night I went to the sunset festival (I think that’s what it’s called) where people put on shows for tips. There are tarot card readers and palm readers. I was walking, browsing alone, I do everything alone, I’ve been divorced for over 20 years. Let me put this out there, I don’t believe in fortune tellers or people who say they can read your future or past, I don’t believe in ghosts, angels or demons.
I have had only one tragedy in my life and that was when my daughter died from a drug overdose. I’d spent a small fortune on her for counseling, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, drug rehab, you name it, I’ve paid for it just to see her relapse again and again. I finally told her she’s on her own. A month later she was found dead from a heroin overdose, she was 33, that was 4 years ago. I couldn’t bring myself to go to her funeral, or even shed a tear and I don’t know why. I had a deep pain in my chest, when I was told she had died. I thought I was having a heart attack but that wasn’t the case.
Now back to Key West. This woman was talking to a customer and tried calling me over to her, I looked at her, something didn’t feel right. She left the customer and walked to me and introduced herself. I was polite but told her I wasn’t interested. She said “I really need to talk to you about the darkness I’m seeing surrounding you, please come take a seat” but I told her it’s not working, I’m not interested and walked away.
Tonight I went to Denny’s for a dessert and coffee. While I was sitting in my booth, the woman from Mallory Square walked up to my booth and asked if she can sit down. I thought “where in the hell did she come from” I thought she’s just a whack job or something. I told her have a seat. She asked if I’d buy her a coke, so I did. She held my hand and told me she sees a darkness surrounding me, she feels a huge emptiness when she touches me and told me I need to do something about it before it consumes me. She never asked me my name, where I’m from or anything about myself. She got her coke to go and told me she hopes for the best for me. The last thing she said was “she wants you to know she’s ok now” then she left.
The reason I mentioned my daughter is because this reminded me of her. Other than my ex who would enjoy seeing me in pain, there is no other woman she could possible be talking about. How in the hell can this stranger know anything about me, what the hell is a darkness and emptiness. I’m glad I didn’t pay her to talk about something I know nothing about.