Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Wishing Well

The other day, I ran into an acquaintance, and a nutty one at that, who I sincerely hope doesn't read this blog. There are many humorous encounters I have that I'd love to write about but don't because I don't want anyone to feel bad. Usually people say wacky things because they're nervous, they don't know what to say, so they blurt something out like "my mom died of cancer when I was a kid and I turned out O.K." I might be shocked sometimes, but I'm never upset because I know they're really just trying to connect and damn, it's an awkward situation, I'd put my foot in my mouth too {as it's my specialty}.

This person, put her hand on my arm and said in a whispery voice "no one wished this on you... no one wants this for you, you have to know that..." Hmmmm, silly me, that's one thing I never considered, that I got cancer because someone wished it on me. Well, what a freakin' relief it is to know that isn't the case, or who the heck knows what else some prankster or douche bag's been wishing on me. Phew.


  1. Where are those wandering shaman who heal the sick? Who appear in the guise of an old man or an old woman? Who touch you on the arm and whisper, "Be well", and then you are. Thats what I want to know.

  2. hysterical....people never cease 2 amaze me! xox