Dummie or Complete Idiot?

You know how you just know some things? Not just knowledge things, but all manner of things in general. For example, the other day I am out engaging in my vile, filthy, deadly habit and I just knew that the guy walking up the sidewalk was going to ask for a smoke. From half a block away I knew it. I suppose he has asked in the past, which is why I just knew he would ask again, and despite my best efforts to become invisible, there he was offering up a quarter and asking away. Another example. I just know the Mrs. will ask what I did today, which is more apt to become a focus upon what I didn't do. Again, it is probably the number of years of exposure to the Mrs. and her way, yet I just know she will do it. Another example, to which you might relate better. When driving, you just know which individuals are going to run the lights and stop signs, you just know that when you are in a hurry the slowest drivers will be in front of you, and you just know that when you need the wipers is when you will remember you didn't change them. Still, all these examples pale to that intuitive, hunchy-type knowing that borders upon paranormal. Not that I have any specific examples of that kind of knowing, but I am certain I have had those moments at various points in my life. I just, well…know it.

Still, I encountered another of those "I just know it" (or in this case, "knew it") moments this morning when I checked my email. See, over there (to the left) is a link to a site called SwapSimple. Interesting site it is, based upon a style of barter, and chock full of books, DVDs, and video games. Formed in part as an alternative to getting screwed by the campus bookstores and the used book buyers, the site invites people to join up and meet other swappers who might have what you need or need what you have, as relates to college texts and college distractions. Being farther removed from college than I may want to admit, I joined to appease a certain member of the genetic distribution, and have listed a few things from the clutter. I won't say how long ago I joined, but I will say that an item I listed yesterday became the first one of the many items I have listed that I need to ship out because someone else wants it. Funny thing, I just knew it would be snatched up in a very short time. It was the knowing that made me hesitate for weeks even listing it. It was the knowing that made the decision to list it yet another decision process, that being whether to yard sale it, eBay™ it, halfdotcom it, or SwapSimple it. It was the knowing that brought back memories of American Colonial History, and the slightly disgraceful sociological event that made Salem a common name, and I don't mean the cigarette (although there is some warped significance to an item that is ignited and burns and smokes being associated with the name 'Salem').

Again, a reminder: overwhelmingly college-aged member base SwapSimple has.

What did I list? Hehheh. After considerable internal dialog of a moral vein, along the lines of fighting a temptation to keep it and read it versus fighting an urge to incinerate it versus fighting the desire to visit Pastor and let someone else make the decision, I listed a book upon the SwapSimple site. It came from Mom's stuff. It is called The Complete Idiot's Guide to Wicca and Witchcraft.