Spidey-sense…?

I've had this kind of "spidey sense", if you want to call it that, my whole life. Too many situations to mention but I've always lived by the motto that if you feel something ain't right, it's not...
 
I have learned to ignore mine at my own peril.

The Good Lord gave us all instincts about our surroundings and interactions and time and civilization has conspired to dull those senses.

Looking back over the decades, my earlier experiences were much like Gary describes. I came to realize about 20 years ago that had I trusted my instincts more I could have avoided or marginalized a lot of the troubled times, interactions and situations I let myself get corralled into.

Polite society and civilization blunt the sharp end of our natural instincts when we are people who mean and intend no harm to others - we tend to overlook or over compensate to avoid giving offense. But that uncomfortable feeling, that 'inkling', that "spidey sense" is your natural instinct trying to tell you something.

Predators, those of ill will, or folks who simply seek to take advantage prey on that . . . indeed, many of them sense that hesitancy in others and will capitalize on it if given the opportunity.

Personally, I have made an effort to listen to that 'little voice in my head' ( not the one who comes up with all the questionable ideas) and trust my instincts about people, places, and forced situations.

The late, great Col. Cooper acknowledged that living in a constant state of heightened alertness is taxing, can be exhausting, and is not practical except in a combat zone, and that situation/environment comes with its' own set of psychological baggage; but one can train themselves to live in "Condition Yellow" at all times except in the safety of your own home and inner sanctum.

Most of us would be well served to trust our gut more and resist the civilized part of us to over ride those instincts at our peril.
 
Timely post. I got a spidey sense this morning that I best take notice of. Four years ago during a ultrasound exam for a gall bladder problem a aortic aneurism was discovered. It was small enough to monitor, but not anything to panic over. Each year I get an ultrasonic and each year it shows a little, but not serious growth. Had one yesterday and my doctor wants me to meet with a vascular surgeon immediately. I'll meet with my doctor first and look at the pictures, and then decide. I'm 77 years old, not overweight and get a lot of exercise. My spidey sense tells me this is not good at all. Anybody else had this problem???
 
MRB1, about 7 years ago, I was scanned to see if I was still cancer free. They detected an Aortic Abdominal Aneurysm that was of the Maypop variety.

A week later I had a stent put in and I haven't thought about it since.
 
I think most of us have the "Spidey sense" to some degree. Some more than others. Around here, its referred to as a "Gut Feeling". Daddy always said "Trust your gut."
Many times I've been about to do something and my gut said "This don't feel right." I listened and saved myself from some serious mistakes. ;)
 
10-4 on Spidey-sense. I have started carrying a Sig P938 in my flak jacket pocket will riding my moto on remote country roads. I figured my paranoia was from old age. But maybe it's just a heightened sense of awareness.

Our state solicitor (= district attorney) is a neighbor. I see him frequently when walking da 'hood. He was real gloomy a week ago. He told me years ago, "You don't want me to be busy." His concern gave me concern. I decided that a breakdown in a remote area could be fatal. A few rounds of 9mm could improve my odds considerably.
 
I have had "Spidey-sense" all my life. My last name is OTTO & I have always been called "Ottomatic" do to it.
Recently I have had a thought that Oak Ridge Tennessee would the be the place that the Russians would hit with an Atomic Bomb & need to build a fallout shelter seeing I am 50 miles from there.
 
I don't believe in ESP or "The Force". I have my own beliefs about the future of this country. Those beliefs impact the decisions I make and my actions.

I've told this story before, but I was the intended victim of an attempted robbery in the parking lot of my apartments on my way to work one night. I wasn't robbed because I was armed. I have never left the building unarmed since that night.

From 2002 on I have worked nights almost exclusively. I worked in a factory for three years before I became a security guard. I would come home at approximately 2A.M. every night. I was always surprised by the number of people wandering through my neighborhood at that hour.

As a security guard I worked downtown in a parking garage right next to the street where all the nightclubs were (South Tejon) on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights it seemed like every night right around 10 O'Clock the trouble would start. You could almost set your clock by it.

I worked as a roving guard for a total of about five years of my "career". I am not trying to equate what I did to what the police did but I got to see some of the things the cops see and I got to deal with some of the same people.

I was always surprised by how many people wander around this town all night. I'd see someone on the South end one night and the same person on the Northeast side a couple of days later. It's been my observation that truly homeless people hide out and sleep during the day (warmer and safer) and conduct their business at night. I've also noticed that they move around frequently because they don't want to be easy for the cops to find.

Last thing, my last year of work coincided with the lock downs. I was calling the police to report petty crimes and being told that a cop MIGHT show up later IF one became available.

I called on one guy(tresspasser) a half a dozen times before I actually got a cop to respond, and when she did. she pulled up next to my company truck and handed me her business card with the Incident Number already on it and flat told me she wasn't going to engage the guy unless she absolutely had to. It turned out that the presence of a police car was enough to run him off and I never saw him again.

throughout all of this there were several times when I would stop at Walmart on my way home and see someone in the store who I had previously called the cops on. I had a friend who had previously worked as a Corrections Officer who said she routinely encountered former inmates in public.

So, I said all that to say that those experiences were enough to teach me that the world isn't a safe place and that the Police aren't coming to save you and I've tried to act accordingly. I'm not sure if it's "Spidey Sense" or Common Sense".
 
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I don't get it very often, but I do get it.
Sometimes it makes sense because I'm in a sketchy place or the situation seems to be deteriorating.
When I get it and can't determine any obvious reasons for it,
That really bothers me!
Had some land which adjoined a fore-closed Earth Ship off grid house.
Several folks asked me, have you seen that House?
So one day I opened the gate and drove down to the house.
I experienced a sense of dread and Fear, yes Fear that came on without any reason I could determine.
I got out of there and it went away!
 
I have had "Spidey-sense" all my life. My last name is OTTO & I have always been called "Ottomatic" do to it.
Recently I have had a thought that Oak Ridge Tennessee would the be the place that the Russians would hit with an Atomic Bomb & need to build a fallout shelter seeing I am 50 miles from there.

I know that feeling! I grew up 8 miles from the main gate of the Savannah River Plant, the US' primary nuclear facility. We were told that we were the Soviet's first target. And the second. And the third.
 
When driving, I've developed a sense for which cars to stay away from. Every once in a while I'll see one that isn't behaving particularly erratically, but something about it alerts me, and I think to myself "he is about to do something stupid". And sure enough, he does.
 
Many years ago a friend and I drove to a class through heavy traffic.

Soon after we arrived I told him I didn't know why but I have to go home.

I arrived home to see the ambulance driving away. When my mother came to the front door all she said was "He's Gone". My father had died

Along with this sense, It must be noted that my friend didn't object or question my feeling. He just packed up his stuff and we left.
 
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