My intuition tends to operate without my consent, so whatever it tells me about a person, I sometimes have no clue as to why I "know" a thing about them, and must wait on my back-up functions to elucidate the mystery. It's like it's own "uncanny valley" experience - like when you see a robot that's so humanoid it gives you the "creeps" and you can't put your finger on just why without some heavy rapid reflection/analysis. Dogs can tell *WHEN* you're going to have a seizure, not *WHY*. I'm the mysterious "why", not the "when". Pinning something down in time is hard for me. Knowing what happened is not hard.
Sometimes I meet someone and I hear "This man/woman is lying/hiding something" in my head as clear as anything. I'm not sure what use that serves, especially with people I casually meet, except maybe to tell me that I shouldn't trust them but so far, or how to tailor my approach to such a person. It's not just lies. It works on other intangible things too - I've determined that two people were having something of an affair or were inappropriately involved with each other from just one or two brief moments of observation of them doing things that were in no way questionable or suspect. I could just tell they were in love with each other. It's like an aura or a vibe or SOMETHING. Just quivering in the air around people. Their intentions. Maybe it was the silent cues, like the body posture. He spoke mundanities to her in this immaterial way and the cant of his body seemed to lean into her space ever so slightly like he preferred to be very near her but couldn't be. My suspicions were confirmed shortly thereafter.
BAH!
I can't explain it. Not to my satisfaction. Very aggravating. A counsellor once told me she thought I'd developed a nervous sensitivity to people as a survival mechanism. I think that may be true. I think it may be an action inside my intuition as well.
Again, not to say that I don't ever get my lines crossed, because I do. I have off days like everyone else and can be totally disinterested in "seeing" anything if I'm already maxxed out and don't want to care or be bothered. A crafty liar might be able to hold me off for a fair bit too.
If only we could go back to the days where sniffing each other curiously told us everything.
That's funny. I'm the "WHEN" dog. When you ask? Why, right now of course!
Nature is on to something. Animals have instinctual abilities to sense the invisible, but intense energy of emotions.
I think we also have that sense, but we sometimes tend to dismiss it because it's not easy to objectify the sensations, beyond "I feel".
Is it a sixth sense? Is it our third eye? Is it paranoid schizophrenia?
Whatever it is, I think it's important that we pay attention to the vibes we get from other people.
Well, I'll tell you -- nature vs nurture. I don't know about anyone else, but I was taught to question myself and to put no stock in the good things people said to me or about me, like being "put in my place" was this necessary thing when all it did was damage and undermine me. So when someone would tell me, "Hey, Pink, I love you", I would know with everything in me that it was true, but couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. It was love directed at ME, so it had to be a land mine. Or a trick. Or something that would be used against me later. The other boot surely had to fall.
Knowing someone loved me profoundly and having him say to my face that he didn't was obliterating. I could see the giant lie crawling all over him. It killed me. It really killed me. Denying me to save himself from the hangman. Someone can love you deeply and you'll never be able to make them say it. That's what I learned. They'll find the strength somehow to throw you on the fire even while saying "Forgive me".
This happened to me twice.
I've never gone down that road again. When Ni reads between the lines, I just sit on it. I don't act.
Wow. I'm so sorry
Lying about things like that, especially if both parties know what's true, is difficult for both.
I've been on the opposite side of that story. Denying my own feelings, only to realize how I really feel when it's already too late. It'll haunt me the rest of my life, but at least it haunts me as an important life lesson.
Whether it was said or not, isn't it more important that you know they loved you?
They denied themselves, not you. They lied to themselves, not to you.
My goodness... this sounds crippling! Have you always been this way? Locked into hard logic for input?
I was always a robot, until just recently, the past year or couple years, I have started becoming more human.
I've noticed I've also started developing this sense about people, the sense you describe having all your life. Perhaps it's always been there, I've just never paid attention to it.
I can't describe it any better than a vibe, an intense form of energy that radiates through the air, perceivable by many different life forms. It helps me feel connected to other people. I can share my feelings, and perceive theirs, without even saying a word.
It's so bizarre, but I enjoy experiencing it.