I'm not psychic but my anxiety tells me that I am. Usually when “I know” someone's up to no good (without any evidence), they're not.

It's the shit from left field that I’m not expecting that zaps my serenity. As an example: when you say happy Mother's Day and you get the cold shoulder. Not what I was expecting.[1]

Best thing for me to do when my ESP flares up is just to keep my mouth shut. Let things play out without interfering. Stomping down the wrong path because “I know” turns me into that person who’s up to no good.[2]

I can deal with the zappers[3] because when I'm being the best me that I can, I know the cold shoulders aren't about me. It might take me a few minutes to find my spiritual footing and regain my truth but it's there if I cosmic pause and look for it.

I can also be a little more wary of those people who are legitimately known to be up to no good. No reason to be casting the pearls. People can be careless and reckless. I needn't let them spoil my fun.

I shouldn't spoil my own fun either.

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