Hi Everyone,
Some people call going with their gut, their intuition or sixth sense. It is the same difference. This is what I mean.
Wednesday productive and Thursday was enlightening. On Wednesday, as I was getting ready I had a distraction that almost had me staying at home. Instead of letting something that really could be resolved later take me off track I kept to my schedule. I am glad I did.
Once my appointment was done, I had this feeling that I should go into a grocery store. Since I had mapped out my day days ago, I didn’t need to buy anything but I went in anyway. After a few moments of walking around aimlessly, I saw someone I knew sitting on chair by the wall. I had been thinking of her a lot lately because the area she lives in is frequently on the news. To my relief she is more than okay.
Later I stopped at the Indigo at the Eaton Centre to see if the book I had ordered was in. They said they would call, yet I was in the area and didn’t want to make an extra trip. The book was there and I got my Plum Points. Indecision set in the second I left the counter. Should I get some street meat from the food vendor at the corner, go to the cheaper grocery by my home, or celebrate Whopper Wednesday? Whopper Wednesday it was.
There wasn’t a line up but there wasn’t a place to sit. I walked slowly looking for a friendly, sympathetic person I could share a booth with. A man about my age who looked approachable sat by himself. “Hi could I sit with …?” Before I could finish my sentence he said, “Oh my God Anna!” The odds of my seeing someone I worked with and celebrated several Whopper Wednesday’s with more than over five years ago are slim. I didn’t tell him that in the last few weeks I was wondering what he was up to. Men are scientific, fact based. I didn’t think he would get it.
Our conversation flowed like we saw each other last week and we caught up quickly. He was on his lunch so covered as much ground as possible. But as he asked me something I found myself telling him a half-truth. I didn’t like that about myself. There was no reason to. Even if he did know the person I was talking about, it wouldn’t have mattered but he didn’t know who I was referring to. Why was I doing that?
After he told me a story that had me saying, “You’d have a better chance of getting hit by lightening.” I told him one. “Yea, it was weird. I remember I was washing my hands and then it was like I was kicked in the gut. I doubled over and grabbed my stomach. I felt a blow. I knew something was wrong, or happened. I just didn’t know what. And I was going to call him, but didn’t. Then the NEXT day about 15 minutes later than the day before, so about 4:30, it happened again! It took me a while to figure out that the reason I felt like I was kicked in the gut was because he was fucking someone then.” He looked like he needed some convincing. The words, “Kirstie Alley said she had a similiar feeling for the same reason,” shot out of my mouth. “I’m serious. I read it in one of her books.” (The book is called, The Art of Men, by Kirstie Alley. It was a good read.)
With his lunch almost over we crossed the street together and gave each other a hug before we parted ways for who knows how long this time. I turned back to him and wanted to tell him the other half of the half-truth I told him earlier but I couldn’t. Instead, I said, “Whopper Wednesday.”
The next day I began reading the book I picked up. When I read, “As soon as there is any kind of deception, stop everything,” I thought of the day before. My gut wanted me to tell my friend the whole truth, not the half-truth but I didn’t. I closed the book and thought about what kind of person I am. Why the half-truth? I value honesty. One whiff of dishonesty and I write people off. Why was I being dishonest? And why was I not listening to my gut?
Kim Basinger says, “I feel there are two people inside of me–me and my intuition. If I go against her, she’ll screw me every time, and if I follow her, we get along quite nicely.”
My gut is telling me something and I am going to go with it. What is your gut telling you?
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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