Instincts, should’ve seen that coming

Do you trust your instincts?

Yes. Especially at the moment, I tend to follow my instincts. By that, I mean I follow my gut. If I have a bad feeling, I’ll stop what I’m doing, and the same goes for the opposite, the positive ones. My gut says “yes” is hit and miss. That’s my understanding of instincts.

I get them quite often. Walking down the street, I get this nagging feeling that something bad will happen, so I become more cautious in my response. I don’t know if there is any science behind instincts, as technically it’s predicting a situation. But the negative is always more effective. I can be in a shop buying something, and I get a feeling that I can’t buy X, Y, or Z, so I’ll pass on them. Random instincts.

It can be bad. When B was little, I was the definition of a helicopter parent. I would freak out about the tiniest thing. He would go to a soft play area, and if I couldn’t see him, I would descend into “OMG, he’s going to die on the slide.” I sat there, stopping myself from checking in on him. The definition of instincts telling me something bad was going to happen to him.

I have learned to control it more, so I can sense if the instinct is real or not. I’m highly superstitious, which really doesn’t help the situation. We used to have a pool table at the farm. I would make stupid bets in my head. If I pot this ball, then my team will win the football match. Sounds silly, but it was serious.


The specific relevant content for this request, if necessary, delimited with characters: Human instincts should apply to emergency situations and meeting new people. I think those two things are the most important. I won’t cross this bridge because I have a gut feeling it’s going to end badly. I’ll stop talking to this person because he’s giving off bad vibes.

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