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I was wandering around one of the local art-supplies stores, buying some postcards made of watercolor paper (which were 50% off! YEAH!) and looking at all the lovely supplies I want but can't afford. :(
There was an elderly woman there, too. I don't know how to describe how her presence affected me. If you don't believe in the metaphysical, skip to the next paragraph, I guess. Basically, I am an empath (it means I REALLY DO feel your pain, and I ain't runnin' for office) and being just a few feet away from someone in the aisle at a store like that usually opens my empath beam pretty high. This woman was full of pain and self-hatred. Agony. Anger. Sooooooo angry. Furious. But not angry like punch-a-wall. Angry like completely dead inside. Sorry; can't explain it better than that.
I saw her up close later on, at the register. There was a hole in her chest. The skin around it was flaming red and irritated. A little tube-like thing went from it to her throat, which I hadn't seen before because she wore a shirt with a high collar and a jacket, too. She spoke when I was telling the cashier that the postcards were 50% off. She said, "That's right. They are."
Her voice was mechanical, of course. But when she spoke I hadn't noticed her physical differences, so I jumped. I was very startled. I gave her a stricken look -- I wanted to apologize but didn't know how. She stared at me with an intensity I can't describe.
Her eyes were empty.
As I started to turn my head away, she said, "Do you smoke, young lady?"
I have always thought smoking was the most revolting thing on this planet, and I have never so much as taken a single drag. So I was able to say, "No. Never."
She said, "If you ever think about starting, go ahead and kill yourself first."
There was no drama, no I'm-so-pitiful to her manner. It was just a simple statement of fact.
This woman was OLD. At least as old as my grandmother would be if she were still alive. My grandmother often showed me magazines from her youth, some of which advertised smoking as "good for the throat."
I don't know if that woman got hooked by deceit decades ago, or by making bad choices later. And I don't care.
It made me want to burn down the buildings of some Big Tobacco companies. And it made me want to hurt certain politicians who defend those scumbags.
If you're still reading, thanks for listening.
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