I am rather a private person, a handful of close friends, and my beloved children know my fears, joys and hopes. I have many acquaintances, but they rarely cross into the sancrosanct of friendship. No reason except I am by nature reclusive, which is why I am concerned.
Yesterday I had a vague ache in my knee. Before I could reach into the medicine cabinet for an aspirin, I heard the familiar chime of an incoming email. Inquisitive by nature I postponed the aspirin and went to my Ipad. I had received notice of where I could find a walk-in bathtub suitable for those with joint problems. Coincidence or mind reading? I chalked it up to the former.
Later that day when working on the forthcoming month's bills, I had a momentary twinge of angst about taxes, necessary home repairs, and felt more than a pang of anxiety about finances. Before I could close my budget file, I was notified of an incoming message. The subject was "Where to apply for a reverse mortgage?" Was the room bugged, but I hadn't spoken aloud.
Anxiety brings on hunger. Not necessarily clinically correct, but totally accurate for me. The first spasm of worry, concern and/or fear unleashes a flood of hunger. And this results in weight gain. Consequently, when I weighed myself the following morning and noticed a creeping increase in lbs., I immediately resolved to totally purge the ice cream, not minimize but absolutely eliminate. As I finished my morning coffee, and opened my email, the first one I read came from Light Cooking, and the second from Weight Watchers. Is someone reading my mind????
Checking my calendar later that morning, I began to tentatively think about holiday visits to my children. As I finished my lunch and poured my second cup of coffee, I was again alerted to an email. This time it came from Travelocity. Coincidence????
I truly enjoy cooking, but had succumbed to a store bought rotisserie chicken for dinner, and as I cleared the dishes, began to speculate about how to use the remainder of the bird. Before reaching a conclusion, I had Mail. Suddenly, I had a list of ways to use leftover poultry.
I haven't been an advocate of ESP or mind control, and I steadfastly refuse to fill out all online surveys, so I don't fall into that category. However, I realize my reading habits indicate my personal interests, as do my Netflix choices. Neither reflect health or financial concerns or mundane househod issues and certainly not left over chicken, and cannot account for the volumes of mail that seem to be mind readers.
Probably the one that concerns me most is the one that arrived this morning. People Finders have found Anne Donlon Achenbach, and I never knew she was missing. That could be a major problem, and possibly one I can't resolve easily. I don't dare to find out who she is. It is a frightening prospect.
