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Discussion
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In my life, I have always had a distinctive sense of forward knowledge.
Whether by prolific dreams, a feeling of repeating surroundings, or actually internalizing the pain of my loved ones.
I seem to always be informed and in the know. Which at times feels like a curse, the word surprised simply doesn’t apply to me anymore.
For example, I pick up on things by the slightest gesture or difference of tone. Ques that give me a broad picture of what is the matter, regardless if I’m outwardly told or not.
If something is wrong, or you’re going through a difficult situation, I am aware long before you’ve said anything. I’m not one to pry, but it feels quite irritating when people I care about are passe with me. Brushing off my concern. I can’t say I know anything because they’ll wonder who spilled the beans to me.
I constantly feel like I am caught in a trap of feigning ignorance, because really, who likes a know-it-all?
As a person who lives to help, it’s mind numbing to watch someone suffer when I could offer them a solution. At the same time, Charity and Pride do not mix. No matter how I word it.
So what is one to do? Respect your boundaries and not get involved unless asked too.
Yet, somehow, someway I am still asked for my input. Regardless if the matter at hand has long since passed.
I guess what I am really trying to ask is – Why am I given such intuitive insight, when I hardly ever use half of it?