You hear a noise in your car’s engine. A funny little squeaky noise which comes and goes. Do you wait for the serpentine belt to snap or take it to a mechanic? You take it in. They look. They shrug.
A few days later, the transmission falls out. Instinct! Gotta love it.
The meteorologists on the television are predicting a few inches of snow, but your bones are screaming “it’s a big one on the way.” Do you ignore your instinct and believe the guy on TV? Or lay in some supplies, fill the car with gasoline, and bring the candles out … just in case. I mean, what the hell. A few extra items in the house won’t hurt, right?
If I have data to work with (better yet, if I had Data to work with), I’ll work with it or him. But through most of real life, we have no facts. We have instinct, experience, “gut feelings.” And a kind of prescience that comes with years of making judgment calls, dealing with emergencies … a kind of “know when to hold’em, know when to fold’em” sort of thing. Unfortunately, the doctors, mechanics, bosses, friends, colleagues et al? They don’t. They just think we are a bit strange. And remarkably, no matter how many times we are proved to be right? Nothing changes.
The next time you just know what’s going to happen? Everyone will completely ignore you. Totally.
So when you get that deep, gut feeling, the one which tells you a catastrophe is on the way? Run around. Tell everyone. They will completely ignore you. BUT you can enjoy a chance to tell everyone that ” SEE? I TOLD YOU SO!” and they will say, “Yeah, yeah. Right. Uh huh.”
Most decisions in life are gut decisions. Instinct on the hoof. If only someone would occasionally agree with us.