A Day In The Life Of An Intuitive And A Sensor

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Greetings all. Well, my girlfriend, Meghan and I just moved clear across the country, from little, cold Halifax, Nova Scotia to large, very, very wet Vancouver, B.C. I've never seen so much rain. If this goes on much longer, I'm going to grow moss on my feet. I just realised why everyone kayaks out here...it's not for fun, they're just preparing for a biblical flood.

Thing is, now that we've been thrust back into this situation of living together in a small apartment after a bit of time off, I'm noticing all the differences between Meghan and myself, and not just that she can't reach the top shelf. Most of the differences between us, as between most people, revolve around personality type. I mean there are the inevitable lifestyle differences, such as that she likes to watch Days Of Our Lives and I'm a cannibal, but I think most of the differences between us stem from personallity type. Dad gave a good description of how intuition and sensing work on Wednesday, but, in case you need more information, I now offer a snapshot of our lives, in: A Day In The Life Of An Intuitive And A Sensor.

Much like the characters of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully on the TV show, The X-Files, the major difference between Meghan and I is that she, like Scully, is a strong sensor and I am a strong intuitive, like Mulder. I tend to believe in the intangible possibilities in the future and Meg almost always needs proof.

For example, just yesterday, at dinner time, Meg asked if we had any chicken. I remarked seriously that, even though I had not seen the chicken, I believed that the chicken was there and that if we only knew how to see it, proof of the chicken's existence would follow from my belief. Meghan then tiredly commented that I was an idiot and said that we needed to go check the freezer and look for the chicken, to systematically and empirically search for the chicken. I then made a remark about the overcategorization of life and the need to believe in the unseen, looked at her gravely as if I had just received bad news about a colonoscopy and then realised that I had lost my gun. Meghan rolled her eyes and they cut to commercial.

O.k., I'm actually embellishing slightly for comic effect, but that's pretty much what happened. Like Mulder and Scully, most of our relationship issues revolve around the intuition/sensing problem, although, unlike Mulder, I am not allowed to make executive decisions about apartment decor or dressing myself. If you think that this is not an apt analogy, comparing chasing aliens to living with an intuitive, then you've never lived with an intuitive. Techies talk about virtual reality like it's something new. Whatever. If you want to experience virtual reality, try living with an intuitive!

I'll give another example: If I ask Meg how much money she has in her bank account, she'll answer something like,

"Oh, I have roughly (some incredibly accurate amount)".

Roughly. Mmm hmm. Now, if Meg asks me how much I have in my bank account, I'll pause for quite a while and think very hard about the question to make sure that I come up with a reasonably accurate answer, because I know that, unlike Meghan, I, as an intuitive, generally do not have a strong grasp of finite concepts, such as time and money. In other words, I have absolutely no idea how much money I have in my account. I'm not even sure I have money. I might have brochures for vacationing in Latvia, or my button collection, or live chickens. Actually, come to think of it, I'm sure I do. That must be where the chicken went.

Speaking of not knowing just where things are, I lose a great many things. The only things Meg has to look for are the things she lends to me. If you were to break down my schedule, minute by minute, I expect you'd find that I spend roughly half of my time losing things and the other half looking for them, although this would be a very rough, fluid estimation, as I do occasionally also set things on fire. I have a great many intuitive flashes, ideas for inventions or procedures to make our lives better, but many of them won't pass mustre: they don't meet the important test of practicality. Much like Mulder, who considers Scully to be his social conscience, his practical check against complete lunacy, I usually run my intuitive ideas past Meg and see if they make sense on a practical level, or whether they should go away and never come back. One of my best ideas actually came from my Scouting days.

When I was in Scouts, we did a lot of Winter camping. Now, Winter Camping in Canada is somewhere just south-east of completely mad, and you go a little mad when you're out in -40 degree Celsius weather for days at a time. In other words, you come up with some of your best ideas. We wanted a fast, easy way to clean our pans that wouldn't involve getting our hands wet in the freezing cold and we realised, with typical 16 year-old logic, that if we just poured a little napthalene, or liquid boyscout, into the pans and lit them of fire, then cleaning would be a snap. And also very exciting. Kind of tribal, actually. Much like Scouting.

Setting things on fire is still my preferred way of cleaning them, but this method doesn't pass Meghan's practicality test. Normally I tend to follow her lead in matters of practicality, but on this issue, I feel that this is a rather severe failure of imagination on her part. I asked Dad, also an intuitive, about it, and he says Mom won't let him set things of fire either. Oh well.

This was supposed to be a minute by minute account of our day, but in turned into something somewhat different. Oh well, that's intuition for you, no help for it. I should likely sign off now while I'm still making one iota of sense [too late - DJ] and hope that everyone has a week full of respect for each other's differences... and lighting things on fire.

Well, until next time, keep your pen on the page and your pans on fire.

Steve Sharam

By the way, if you have a minute, those of you in the U.S. and Canada would be nice to drop by The One Campaign Site and sign the letter to ask President Bush to match other First World Leaders in fighting extreme poverty and AIDS. This is one of those crazy ideas that could actually work. Try it. It only takes a minute and you'll feel warm and fuzzy inside.

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welcome to the left coast

from a companion Vancouverite (born/bred or is that bred/born) ...

here's my taxonomy . . . all people are one of two types.

there are those who like to win.

and those who hate to lose.

this discovered/formulated during a distant amateur career racing sailboats, mostly around English Bay. until I discovered I really didn't like being cold, wet, and miserable.

rain trivia. London (UK) has almost exactly the same mean temperature year round as Vancouver. and almost exactly half the average rainfall. (There's a copy of Henry Moore's Knife Edge there too, but that's another thing altogether)