Giving me pause

Busses, and more busses. I’ve been looking at faces again. I mean, I looked at a lot of faces at the market but now I’m seeing a much broader range. And with that comes the heightening of this weird little other sense I have of either projection or perception. I’ll never really know which.
I look at folk and feel like I can see some things about them. Feel some stuff inside them. And read some of their history.
It comes to me in odd little stories. And also in comparisons. Such as “oh that’s feeling similar to how so and so felt to me when he was trying to get clean” or “Oh yeah, that’s the kind of schitzy energy I got from blah blah right before he killed himself”
Maybe it’s just the pattern seeking mind in it’s ceaseless quest to categorize. But I think that that is a part of what brings intuition, that odd little, evolutionary, frontal lobe quink we’ve been developing for so very long. Of projecting outward beyond “just the facts ma’am”.
And also the intuitive walking exercise, today it took me in a way I did not want to go. I went anyway, and nothing really happened. Which makes me wonder what it steered me away from. Maybe nothing, maybe my death, who knows.
But now I’m home safe and sound and having that second cup of tea, wondering if I’ll revive enough to do homework and stay lucid during class. But not stay up all night either. If you see me posting in the middle of the night you’ll know why.