So I'm standing in CVS this morning getting juice for the kidlets, and I feel this presence behind me. I turn around, and there's this little old lady standing there touching my hair. She smiles at me and says "Well, hello, honey." Being polite and trying to hide my initial shock at having my hair touched in the middle of a pharmacy, I say, "Hi there, how are you?" She just smiles a little wider and looks at me and says, "Oh, I'm fine...but you're not, are you?" I get this cold chill down my back and say, "Well, yeah, of course I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" She gives me this look, like one you give to a kid that you're trying to console, and she says, "I know you're not okay...but you won't tell." I just kinda looked at her and she touched my hair again and said, "Did you do this? Did you make your hair these colors?" I said yes, and she gave me that consoling look again and said, "You have a sadness in you...a deep one...and it shows here-" and she pointed at my hair "-and here-" and she pointed at my eyes. By now I was thoroughly freaked out, so I just kinda smiled and nodded, paid for my stuff, then took off. Think there was anything to her insight? I dunno...
