The most irritating yet equally entertaining thing about life sometimes is excelling at predicting the way people respond or react or just are. With every little thing I throw out or fling out to the world, I simultaneously consider the reactions of everyone around me. This has taught me to know my audience. To know my surrounding. To know the feel of a vicinity. It's both boring and surprising. Boring because I called what the results would be. Surprising because I am still, more than half of the time, correct about someone/everyone/something/everything. I have inklings. I have hunches. Gut punches. It's witchcraft. It's Kraft Easy Mac. "Trust me," I'd say.
I fucking see all of you.
