Premonitions
I think I'm a pinch psychic. Ever since high school, at the very least, I've had these thoughts or dreams that pop into my head that come true, or happen, or I think of someone or something that I haven't thought of in ages, and the next thing I know, they're appearing in my life. It's pretty uncanny. Alas, if I then think of, say, a million dollars, that doesn't appear in my life. It doesn't work that way. But this out of the blue stuff...kinda scary when I think about it.
I've had three things recently that popped into my head that have had bearing on my life in the past month and a half.
1. Our work meeting rooms being used as a bathroom.
I don't know why this thought kept recurring to me earlier this year, but it did. And then, someone did pee in one of the rooms. It was someone young, and it was an accident, but it still happened. I no longer have this thought, thankfully.
2. Being off work for a while.
No joke, I'd had this thought flash through my head. It wasn't that I was unemployed, but I just...wasn't working for a few weeks. I was just at home during the day. This was within the past couple months, so pretty recently, and before any thoughts of shutting the world down happened. I can't believe I had that though. Yet here I am, four weeks into my corona vacation. And I won't be going back to work until after April 30th at the least, which is when our stay-at-home order expires for our state as of last check. I called my boss on Wednesday and asked, would you be okay with that? He said that was fine, but I was welcome to come back earlier if I wanted. Given what happened yesterday, I'd rather stay home. I need to build myself back up. Heck, I need to get myself back up in the mornings. It's so hard for me to get out of bed.
3. Needing more plastic bags.
When we get plastic bags from stores, I tend to save them to use as garbage can liners for my bathroom and bedroom; mom does the same thing. I keep some in my bathroom and ran out a couple months ago, leading me to pull some from my stash in my bedroom. (Bathroom liner gets changed weekly; not much gets thrown away in my bedroom can, so that's changed pretty infrequently.) Since I'm good about bringing reusable bags to the grocery store and Target, I don't often come home with them. And the came the virus, and reusable bags have been banned temporarily, and we (specifically my father) keep going to the store, and I now have plenty of bags. Couple that with all the bags I found in the pantry, and I am set for a couple years most likely. Mom had a habit of taking bags, crumpling them up, and shoving them on the lowest shelf in the pantry. That was fun to clean out. I found a nice tote bag down there and temporarily shoved them in that, and the other day, when I started putting the pantry back together, I went and folded the bags neatly and stored them in the tote bag, which is now under my bathroom vanity.
I know, they're weird thoughts, but I had them and then they happened or were resolved. I don't question my brain; I just go with it.
I've had three things recently that popped into my head that have had bearing on my life in the past month and a half.
1. Our work meeting rooms being used as a bathroom.
I don't know why this thought kept recurring to me earlier this year, but it did. And then, someone did pee in one of the rooms. It was someone young, and it was an accident, but it still happened. I no longer have this thought, thankfully.
2. Being off work for a while.
No joke, I'd had this thought flash through my head. It wasn't that I was unemployed, but I just...wasn't working for a few weeks. I was just at home during the day. This was within the past couple months, so pretty recently, and before any thoughts of shutting the world down happened. I can't believe I had that though. Yet here I am, four weeks into my corona vacation. And I won't be going back to work until after April 30th at the least, which is when our stay-at-home order expires for our state as of last check. I called my boss on Wednesday and asked, would you be okay with that? He said that was fine, but I was welcome to come back earlier if I wanted. Given what happened yesterday, I'd rather stay home. I need to build myself back up. Heck, I need to get myself back up in the mornings. It's so hard for me to get out of bed.
3. Needing more plastic bags.
When we get plastic bags from stores, I tend to save them to use as garbage can liners for my bathroom and bedroom; mom does the same thing. I keep some in my bathroom and ran out a couple months ago, leading me to pull some from my stash in my bedroom. (Bathroom liner gets changed weekly; not much gets thrown away in my bedroom can, so that's changed pretty infrequently.) Since I'm good about bringing reusable bags to the grocery store and Target, I don't often come home with them. And the came the virus, and reusable bags have been banned temporarily, and we (specifically my father) keep going to the store, and I now have plenty of bags. Couple that with all the bags I found in the pantry, and I am set for a couple years most likely. Mom had a habit of taking bags, crumpling them up, and shoving them on the lowest shelf in the pantry. That was fun to clean out. I found a nice tote bag down there and temporarily shoved them in that, and the other day, when I started putting the pantry back together, I went and folded the bags neatly and stored them in the tote bag, which is now under my bathroom vanity.
I know, they're weird thoughts, but I had them and then they happened or were resolved. I don't question my brain; I just go with it.