I was psychic the year I was 13. Or at least that’s what I recall. (I also have clear memories of flying around the bedroom I had when I was four during a sunset.) My dad had always made a big deal about my pubescence (that sounds creepier than it was) and probably convinced me it was a magical year. At any rate, my recollection is that I could predict the future–on the order of what flavor of ice cream someone would bring back from the store–but that I didn’t enjoy being able to do it. So I stopped.
Lately I’m having a spate of premonitions again and once more I am not liking it. Or maybe it’s just that I keep sensing unpleasant things. Like Monday we were at the beach and there were dolphins and I picked up Little Girl and carried her out into the warm water to go see them up close (I realize this story is not sounding all that tragic so far to those of you who are now experiencing sweater weather) and a humongous wave surprised me and we went under and my glasses and clip-on sunglasses were washed right off my face. This part’s not so weird–this is not the first time I’ve lost glasses or sunglasses at the beach–it’s that mere seconds before it happened, I was idly musing about my spare pair of glasses and how nice it is to have them around.
And then yesterday I was thinking about how I would react if the guy painting our house saw me changing my clothes, when I take off my shirt and bra and turn around and there he is, indeed right outside the window, even though he was supposed to be on the other side of the house.
Really, if I’m going to have psychic abilities, I wish I had the sense to act on them and change in the bathroom. Now I’m scared of every stray thought. Should I take the pets to the vet next week for their microchipping for the move? OMIGOD THEY’RE ALL ABOUT TO DIE.
I guess it’s all coincidence, or my subconscious is smarter than my conscious. Do you believe people can see the future?
24 September 2009 at 12:21 pm
My cousin hosted a physic party one time, and she begged me to come. I paid a woman $20 to tell me a bunch of lies.
24 September 2009 at 1:38 pm
I’ve got the itching palm that superstition says means I’m going to come into some money. I hope that’s true.
I do believe that there is much I don’t know and people have abilities that can’t necessarily be explained.
24 September 2009 at 10:14 pm
The only time things like that happen is when I’m driving home at dusk and I think to myself, “uh-oh. I better slow down in case a deer pops out of the trees…” and BAM! there goes a stupid deer!
24 September 2009 at 11:51 pm
I think some people can, but that most psychics use the cues you give them.
My psychic abilities are limited to thinking of a song just before I hear it on the radio. In other words, fairly useless.
25 September 2009 at 1:40 pm
No, Virginia, there are no psychics.
And this, coming from one of the most rational naturalists I know.
Geez. What’s in the water down there??
26 September 2009 at 10:02 am
Sometimes, I think I am. Other times, I think that I’m just a good guesser.