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On the train yesterday, the guy sitting next to me interrupted me while I was reading my book to inform me that he was a palm reader, and that I had two lines at my wrist, which meant that I was lucky.
I am not sure what I was supposed to do with this information. (I said thank you and pointedly went back to my book.)
After all - what good does it do you to know that you are lucky? Other than, perhaps, to question whether everything you have is just from luck and not from hard work/being a good person/something that you can vaguely control. I mean, I guess being told that you have a long lifeline would help you relax about mortality, or having a short one might make you live in the moment. But what am I supposed to do, go out and buy a lottery ticket?
It just seemed a very odd thing to say to a stranger.
(And by the way - if he was hitting on me? Even creepier. This guy was easily 30 years my senior. He also didn't bother me again, thank goodness.)
Weird.
I am not sure what I was supposed to do with this information. (I said thank you and pointedly went back to my book.)
After all - what good does it do you to know that you are lucky? Other than, perhaps, to question whether everything you have is just from luck and not from hard work/being a good person/something that you can vaguely control. I mean, I guess being told that you have a long lifeline would help you relax about mortality, or having a short one might make you live in the moment. But what am I supposed to do, go out and buy a lottery ticket?
It just seemed a very odd thing to say to a stranger.
(And by the way - if he was hitting on me? Even creepier. This guy was easily 30 years my senior. He also didn't bother me again, thank goodness.)
Weird.
