So. Trying to get into the idea that my past will always come back and kiss me smack dab on the cheek right? So I am sitting at the coffee house on lunch today and I am writing in my journal and this lady comes up to me and asks me "are you writing in a journal?", "why yes, yes I am" I respond.
She wants to know what I am writing about. So I tell her "just the crazy shit that goes on in my head so I can get it out and not completely obcess about it all day long. Things that are going on that I find funny (um like being asked if I am writing in a journal, when um clearly that is so what I am doing) so I can laugh later... that kind of thing."
She says do you mind if I look. (I write by hand with a fountain pen with pink ink so its less than conventional). Sure just gander don't read ANYTHING. Quickly she looks...
And then....
Then she says... your handwriting is familiar.
"oh" I ask.
Well... she found a break up letter in a pile of her husbands things that he wouldn't explain and said she couldn't throw it away. She wanted to know if I ever went out with a guy named... Joe X... and I said that I did and sure enough must be my letter.
I asked her if she read the whole thing. She said she did. I asked her what she thought of it honestly (thinking what I must have wrote...oy vey). She said that she was thinking he must of been a major asshole to me for me to write it out and mail it. Which I did and which he was. She asked me for my phone number so she could make him call and apologize. What? um no thanks.
This town is way too small sometimes.
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