posted on Jan, 8 2006 @ 01:56 AM
This thread reminds me of a song...
"The ending isn't here,
But it's commin' real soon.
The feelin' isn't fear,
It's just tellin' you to move."
And yeah, I can identify with that feeling. My mind is big on context. Doesn't matter if it's ideas, events, people, whatever... I frequently derive
quite a bit of information about a given thing from the way it "feels" on a brief glance or just a few facts, and I'm usually close enough to right
that it makes me look half-way psychic, although I don't think there's anything supernatural about it.
I have never picked up on a fire waiting to happen or a hurricane coming or anything.
I did know that my family wouldn't last long in a certain city within about three days of moving there. I was just walking down to buy a soda at the
corner and looked around, felt the weather, looked at the traffic, and said to myself that this was just temporary, not even worth learning my way
around town. Sure enough we were back home in less than six months.
When I was in highschool (1997-2001) I never really had a solid plan on what I'd do with myself. I felt like I'd been born at the wrong time-
nothing out there worth doing. Then during my senior year I started to thinking about the military, kind of had a feeling or, although I hate to say
it, maybe a hope that there'd be a war. I graduated, took a job for the summer because I wasn't fit enough to enlist at the time, and one morning in
September while I'm waiting for day-shift to show up... the war started. (It sure as ain't what I had in mind when I was a stupid, invincible
There were several of my friends who I knew wouldn't make it to 21 who didn't, and a few who did, but only as shells of their former selves.
Then last night I had the kind of feeling that I really don't like to have, and I just could not shake it. Was just pondering the world, thinking
about what I'll do when i get into congress and all that good stuff, and it hit me like a ton of bricks that things might go bad; that I might be
lucky to have a job at all when I'm 30, much less run for congress. I give strong probability to the idea that I was just tired and depressed and
that America will be alright, but last night I just had a real grim feeling about what could be around the bend for us.