No Presumptions

 First, I'm not making any presumptions in this post; it's as much a mystery to me as going to bed with no pain, and waking up with crippling pain. Second, this is something I've always experienced to varying degrees, and I am going to assume if it is something other than coincidence, it's frequency or revelation is directly in conjunction with my level of distraction; meaning - stress about work, family, money, or just a need to think about other things. With all of that in a sort of muted state at the moment, my mind has time to wander, or focus on the events around me. Quite possibly, this means absolutely nothing and is an absolutely normal part of anyone's day to day. I am outlining these here because they feel abnormal to me. So... hopefully that exposition enough and I'll just get into it. 

I am going to describe three events, I don't know what it determines, if anything at all, about me. These three moment happened within a 2-day time span.

Moment One: After having dropped off my son at work, I sat in a line of traffic close to City Park. It was afternoon, so foot and bicycle traffic in the area was heavy. I watched a group of teen men running in a pack towards the intersection in front of me. They tend to be a group of 12-20, traveling in a wide-ellipse that spanned the curb, the bike lane, and the right edge of the car lane. This wasn't the first time I've seen this group, I've often passed them as they run around the park in their matching shorts and often bare-chest, my assumption always being that they belonged to a high school in the area and this was one of their tasks. I've never paid particular attention to anyone one of them; I've only been concerned with not making an evening newscast for having run one of them down. Today however, as I sat half-focused on the cars around me and whether or not they began to creep forward, I took note of one particular teen in the middle of the group. I don't exactly no why, I even questioned myself in the moment, wondering if perhaps he was familiar, but all of those thoughts were muted by blaring foresight that when this particular teen rounded the corner from Harrison to Orleans, he was going to slip in mud, catch himself and then proceed on; then just as quickly the thought was gone. As I watched the group approach the corner, my lane of cars began to move; my intended path was straight, taking me past the group. I was quickly approaching the corner and I wondered for a spilt second who would make it there corner first. The two cars directly in front of me were turning right, and the driver leading our group hesitated, likely out of uncertainty where the teens intended to run. This pause in forward progression allowed me to watch with particular clarity as the events I imagined happened just as I had described to the very teenager I had focused on. This is the most specific example of the three moments, precisely pinpointing the one young man out of many.

Moment Two: I was warming up the car before taking my son to work. Backed into the drive-way, with a view of our neighbors house across the street, and their trash can that had been emptied earlier in the day. Suddenly, they pulled into their drive way and exited the car. I am going to refer them as wife and husband, I don't know anything about them, not even their names and haven't said word one to either of them since I moved in. Wife and husband meet on the drivers side of the car and exchange words, and she proceeds into the house, and the husband retrieves the errant trash can. I watch her unlock the door, disappear inside and close the door. I immediately thought to myself, "she locked him out". I watched the husband first fight the unwieldy can up the drive around the CRV and secure it in place. He crossed the front yard and waked up the steps to the front porch, turns the know and lurches forward with the certainty that he's going to enter the residence, only to find himself rebuffed by an immovable force. The door is locked, and he knocks angrily. 

Moment Three: It's late evening, 10 or 10:30, I am sitting in an empty parking lot directly across the street from my son's job. I am there to pick him up and bring him home. It's another cold night, and I sit in my car listening to Portishead, making sure it's warm and comfortable for myself and my son. I watch a group of six; four adults, two children in the restaurant, they are the only patrons as the staff begins their closing process. The group is in a high booth, directly in my line of sight, but far enough away that I am not able to discern how many people until they start to exit. I see two of the men seek out what I assume was a restroom, while the children frolic in the now chair-less surroundings. The group reunites and exits the restaurant and proceed towards a car, somewhere in my vicinity. I knew it wasn't in the same parking lot as myself, so I wondered for a second where they were going, "perhaps they walked here?" Just as they disappeared out of my periphery, I thought to myself, "one of them forgot something". Perhaps 30 second passed, when all of a sudden, one of the men I had seen earlier bounds across the street in front of me towards the restaurant and enters the unlocked door. I see him make his way to the booth and disappear for a moment behind it's high back plates. He then emerges with a coat, and exits the restaurant.

I guess there's any number of explanations. Coincidence to psychic to manifestation. I also wonder if I am picking up on behavior clues? No one explanation seems to fit all three occurrences. I did not think about something being left in the restaurant until they left, so I couldn't have manifested that. Behavior clue wouldn't suggest someone was going to slip and I could barely see the group in the restaurant due to the high booth back. That leaves coincidence or psychic. I don't lean toward the unexplainable, so I am sticking with coincidence... albeit, a series of odd coincidences.

Listening to: Smashing Pumpkins - "Starla"