Clairvoyance

I recently had the misfortune of figuring out that I'm clairvoyant, very much in a way I’d rather I was not. You know, predicting what people might do in a "situation" has become somewhat of an addiction for me. I call it an addiction because it gives me a pseudo self-loathsome high — that of not being gullible or vulnerable and other such words that amount to being falsely safe.

And yet the basic humanness of me boinks me judiciously, meticulously and endlessly. "You did not want to be right this time, don't kid yourself. You owe it to the intelligence you so proudly sport as the excuse for your escapism." I could just as easily say "Screw you! Where do you come off thinking there's even a flea of a chance you might be right?!" But self-denial is an alleyway even I am more than willing to sidestep.

The bald truth is that, it kills me to admit that we are creatures of weakness and condition. Nothing anymore is for its sake alone. Everything we do comes with attachable ifs and thens. It's utter bedlam and utter clockwork. Suffocating and endearing. I've reached a juncture in my life where I've completely abandoned myself to things I cannot understand, just so they can restore my faith in the maelstrom that is our lives.

So in the tradition of all new posts, yearwise and lapsewise, and my new found powers, I PREDICT………*drum roll*………a year ridden with discovery, fascination, true happiness, true sadness, trueness.

Here's to having the cookie crumble our way!