The perils of being psychic

For those that have an interest in that sort of thing, the thought of being psychic is fascinating and I know so many people who have said that they wish they had something like that to call upon.  I think my best comment on that one is “be careful what you wish for”.

I suppose I’ve had some sort of psychic ability for most of my life, but it has always been pretty unfocussed, vague, random at best.  I’d always been sceptical of it and had always, always wanted the sort of ability that I could perceive as “proof” that the whole thing works, in whatever perverse way that it does.

Then Fred arrived in June this year; well, “arrived” is a bit of a misnomer as he’s probably always been there, but “there” in a sense that I am aware of him, at such times as he sees fit to pass comment on whatever he feels like.

I’ve certainly got used to him being around, but it is all pretty random and I wish I could call it all to order more easily.  Hang on a minute, maybe I ought to be careful what I’m wishing for here….

I’ve remarked before that he never seems to show up when I could do with a bit of advice, but another distinct disadvantage is not being able to sort out the wheat from the chaff, as it were.

Whenever I’m stressed out, my normally fast-moving brain goes into overdrive.  I analyse and over-analyse and generally drive myself mad.  My mind teems with thoughts and words, yet I can’t discern any of them, can’t make any of them make sense.  I get overloaded with thoughts, images, scenarios (most of them of the “nightmare” variety) and manage to convince myself that the psychic bit of them is providing them to me.

In reality, it probably isn’t - and it’s probably my conscious mind that is seeking to drive me round the bend.  The unconscious mind probably doesn’t get a look-in as there is no space for it!

Obviously, if I had no psychic input at all, then I could dismiss my worries as irrational fear or other assorted crap, but I don’t have that luxury.  The contingency planner compartment of my brain screams “what if? what if?” at me - what if I’m ignoring something important, what if my world is going to fall apart round my ears?

And so it goes on, round and round interminably, my brain banging itself against a brick wall for every waking moment that I’m not totally focussed on something else.

I haven’t even mentioned the burden/responsibility of picking up information for other people; the need to get it right; to know what to say and what not to say.  That’s a completely different set of problems.

Psychic ability?  Welcome to the world of painful dilemmas and an unquiet mind….