When I was a child, my mother often told me that I was psychic. Apparently I used to just randomly come up to her and start talking about whatever she happened to be thinking at the moment, and I did it often enough that she felt coincidence could not explain it. Even now, she swears that I used to read her mind.<\/p>\n
I never really understood how my so-called “psychic power” must have made her feel until yesterday, when something similar happened to me. I was thinking about how I was going to make some popcorn as soon as Marshall returned home from school. Suddenly Livia barged into the room and announced, “I want some popcorn!”<\/p>\n
We hadn’t had popcorn in weeks, and it’s not her favorite snack by any means. What a strange coincidence that she should mention it at exactly<\/em> the moment that I was thinking about it. It was really, really weird.<\/p>\n The thing is, though my mother claims that I have (or had) psychic powers, I don’t believe in them. I don’t believe that I’ve ever been psychic. I don’t believe that Livia’s psychic.<\/p>\n I believe in coincidence. I’ve seen plenty of weird examples of coincidence. I know coincidences happen.<\/p>\n But if this kind of weird and unsettling thing were to happen again and again and again, then I might have to wonder who’s the psychic!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When I was a child, my mother often told me that I was psychic. Apparently I used to just randomly come up to her and start talking about whatever she happened to be thinking at the moment, and I did … Continue reading