Friday, December 6, 2013

Intuition ~ A Curse or Gift

According to Dictionary.com, intuition is:

1. direct perception of truth, fact, etc., independent of any reasoning process; immediate apprehension.
2. a fact, truth, etc., perceived in this way.
3. a keen and quick insight.
4. the quality or ability of having such direct perception or quick insight.
5. pure, untaught, noninferential knowledge.

I notice things. Little things that other people don't usually notice. I may notice one small thing strictly by accident which, by itself, has no special importance, meaning or relevance. But, then I'll come across one more thing, then another and wham! The whole picture falls into place. I can't remember a time when my intuition wasn't spot on.

For example, I have a very regular reader/lurker/stalker. What I should have said was my blog has a very regular reader/lurker/stalker.

At first, the reader visited only periodically and then stopped for awhile, but lately, over the last month or so, the reader visits nearly every single day, and yesterday searched at least three separate categories and clicked eight pages.

I guess I should feel grateful and honored that someone would find my writing so interesting, and I probably would if I didn't know the identity of the reader/lurker/stalker. But I do know the reader's identity and, coupled with several other seemingly random bits of other information, I know the reader's motive.

I know my amplified intuition developed in my childhood as a defense mechanism. I had to develop the ability in order to react to the instability and to help me determine whether I was in danger or safe. At some level being highly intuitive is a curse. Sometimes I would love to be blind to the small stuff, the whole ignorance-is-bliss thing. But most of the time I feel like it's a gift. It helps me see the bigger, broader picture and provides a closure of sorts. I can say, "Okay. That's what it's all about," then move on.

2 comments:

altadenahiker said...

About a year ago, I changed my analytics to something very broad. Just total visits, per country. I found specifics too involving. Now, my intuition is iffy, so when someone spent 20 hours on my blog, I guessed obsession, when it was just as likely they forgot to close the browser.

Terri said...

Karin, I'm thinking of doing the same thing. Unfortunately, I know that the obsessive behavior isn't as simple as an open browser because I can identify the person. Just the same, I'm thinking ignorance-is-bliss is the way to go. Far less stressful.