Ever get that gut feeling that someone you know just isn’t…“right”? You have absolutely nothing concrete to go on, but that person just makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and it’s sure not from wanting to do the horizontal mambo with them. In fact, they’re as friendly as can be, not even overly friendly, but you can’t wait to get away from them as soon as possible and vent to yourself mentally about how oogy that person makes you feel.
There’s nothing to go on outwardly but coming into contact with this person gives you that eerie, creepy feeling that you can’t shake.
What gives? I’ve known one for a year now and I’ve taken six flights of stairs on occasion to avoid getting into an elevator with said person. I’ll avoid wherever possible because though this person has never, ever said or done anything that I could point to as the source of my oogy reaction, my flesh crawls and I get those little mental alarm bells ringing. It’s my sixth sense telling me that though my eyes and brain see nothing wrong, my sixth sense does. I watch my back around this person but I couldn’t tell you exactly why.
Do you have a sixth sense? Ever know someone who made you want to run in the other direction even though there’s no readily visible, concrete reason? If so, how do you handle it?
I’ve noticed this at work over the past few months. That there have been certain people who instantly rubbed me the wrong way and interestingly enough, they are no longer around because of their apparent issues(the worst of which invovled a guy getting fired because he was a total dickhead).
I find myself repelled by certain individuals, but I generally put it down to rapid interpretation of their body language, odor, social situation, and responses to their environment.
I’ve also found that the most evil people I have ever met (serial killer/torturers) are often quite charming.
I apparently don’t but my wife does. She will get a feeling from someone and in almost every instance her gut feeling was right on. There are a couple that might not have had the oppurtunity to prove her right yet, so I’ll withhold giving her a perfect score for the time being.
That was the exact sentence I popped in here to say so, oddly, I think my sixth sense is knowing responses to threads before I even open them. It makes surfing the boards much faster because I can just read the titles and I don’t have to wait for each thread to load.
There are a few people I’ve met that I would never want to be left alone with, for various reasons. The majority of them are males I don’t trust due to interpretations of body or oral language - I don’t like the way in which they talk to me (usually it’s that they’re a lot older than I am and still being very sleazy towards me) or look at me. In one of these cases, I had been warned only after I met the man that he was well-known for sexually harrassing the females in the law office I was working in and to never be alone with him. I was sixteen at the time and as soon as I met him, I didn’t even want to shake his hand. Fortunately, the previous clerk ripped him to pieces, career-wise, because she made a case about it. Unfortunately, he was so horrible to her over the next few months that she quit her job that she’d held easily for twelve years as a responsibly, caring and reliable clerk.
The rest of the males, there’s really only just been four or five other than the previously mentioned, I’ve met when out socialising with my dad. We’ve been at large parties after Art shows and the men who’ve introduced themselves assume that I’m my Dad’s trophy wife (I look around twenty-five with make up and formal clothing on, while Dad sports an unlined face, few gray hairs and a tall stature so he looks around 35 to 40). As such, they leer at me until my Dad introduces me as his seventeen year old daughter. Some of them still leered. Those are the only ones that frighten me as opposed to make me feel uncomfortable.
I certainly have a sixth sense about people, but it sometimes has to dawn on me over time. Usually, they’ve said something very innocuous in a conversation with me, but over the next couple of days, them saying that will flash in my mind and I’ll feel very uneasy. Whether it’s their body language, tone of voice, facial expression- something will ring my alarm, but it usually takes a couple of days to figure out what it was I didn’t like about them. I have never been wrong when I’ve been given the warning, but I have sometimes not listened to the warning and come to regret it.
Which leads me to my second point, which is to agree with Qadgop- the real evil people can be extremely charming, and I used to be such a sucker for charm. Now I’m suspicious of it.
I consider myself a fair judge of people and situations, but I also consider myself very sensitive and observant. I don’t think there’s much of a supernatural explanation necessary for why some people put me on alert.
I’ll give you an example - my husband and I went to a strange couple’s house to buy their dishwasher from them about a year ago. When we went in the door and met them, I would swear on a stack of Bibles that they had just had a fight. I could practically smell it in the air. What I did, in my opinion, was notice the way they were both talking, the way they were both holding their bodies, and it’s actually possible that I did smell it in the air - I have a great sense of smell, too, and I might have been smelling the body chemicals their strong emotions had just produced. It’s also possible I was wrong - I didn’t actually ask them if they had been fighting.
I don’t think they’ve reliably produced evidence for human pheromones yet, but I am a true believer that they do exist, and I think we make a lot of decisions based on them without even realizing that they are influencing us.
That all said, there have been a few occasions when I knew what was going to happen next - it doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s like the situation is on rails, and there’s no possible way that it won’t happen the way I expect it to. I’ve never gotten that feeling about a lottery ticket so far.
I went into a bar a few years ago.I asked the guy I was with if he could feel it. The air was charged with aggression. Two softball teams were in the bar and they didnt like each other. Within 15 minutes a big fight broke out.
We could have saved time and called the cops when we arrived.
I’m very good at detecting some very, very subtle cues that something’s not quite right with a person or interaction. I don’t think of it as a “sixth sense,” though, but as paying attention to the discrepancies I perceive. Some psychotherapists are good at picking up subtle cues about particular psychological/interpersonal problems. Qadgop the Mercotan describes his perception specialty; I’m very good at picking up on antisocial styles–I experience that charm he describes but also feel deeply uneasy. There are other cues that some of my colleagues are very good at noticing that I miss entirely.
That’s an interesting point about the charming folks; I rarely like being charmed. I like friendly, sociable people, but if I get a sniff of being glad-handled or played, the defenses snap up instantly (I don’t like shopping much if the sales people interact with me at all). Of course, if people are extremely good at being charming, I might not pick up on any ulterior motives, but I still don’t like being charmed much.
I have that feeling as part of my PMS. It is directed at nothing in particular, but I feel like there is something so wrong. Wrong, with me or whomever I’m with, or the world, I dunno. Just wrong. I react by getting edgy, having crying spells…It’s a very strong feeling, like silent alarms sounding in my body, and it’s absolutely false alarm every time.
As for sixth senses: my very Christian friend had the distinct feeling God told her “watch out !” when she looked inside my fav hairdresser at the time, run by a goth couple. I happen to know these people and they are as friendly and hardworking as they come, and have had a flourishing business in my town for twenty years.
The same Christian friend had a upstairs neighbour. Charming fellow, she liked him, exchanged social talk in the hallways. Turned out he was pivotal in the Amsterdam crimescene.
My guess is she confused warnings from God with her own prejudices.
There have been several times in my life that I’ve “sensed” that something was wrong or something bad was about to happen. My mom seems to also have that sense.
There have been 3 car wrecks I have “sensed”. For one wreck, I recall grabbing my cell phone expecting it to ring and it did about a minute later. The other two I just knew something was happening. Once, my mom and I sensed the same car wreck.
There have been many times that I’ve been thinking about an old friend/acquaintance and I run into them within a day or two of thinking about them.
I’ve definitely met people who totally creeped me out but I don’t recall any follow-up on those people. They might have been creeps or just normal people.
I have a sixth sense, but only when it comes to being able to know ahead of time when an Amway/Quixtar distributor is going to try to get me to join their pyramid scheme.
