My Grandfather passed down his obsession with hands on to me.
"Never trust a man with smooth hands. He has nothing going on for him."
"Never trust a person with short thumbs. They can be mean."
"You have a long life-line with much happenings throughout out your life. Some good, some bad. You will always come out on top."
"Your first born son will die."
How did he know so much about me based on the grooves etched into a fleshy cellular organ?
I have to admit, I do grab my friends hands, pull out ink pens to map out success and distress in a tattoo-like design. I cringe when I see X's in strange ominous patterns.
Unlike my Grandfather, I don't share any negative knowings. Nothing good comes from these thoughts.