finally, i wanna share a story tonight re: sharing reality with others
i will be recounting a story that happened this christmas a couple hours ago
Discussion
we opened presents very late, didnt get to them until tonight
my dad had a package, a present he got himself, too slender for a shoebox, too small for a sweatshirt, a tshirt could fit in there
can you picture the size?
he said to me and my sibling:
if you guess what it is, i will give you five dollars
he was half joking, already starting to open the package
i guessed it correctly
my dad said i must be psychic
my brother agreed
reader, i swear to god i am not psychic
and im gonna explain
there are only two types of candy my dad likes on christmas
the pharmacy stopped carrying one of them maybe five years ago
so these last five years, ive driven around to other pharmacy locations, other pharmacies entirely, candy aisles at grocery stores, no where are these very generic candies
i simply guessed it was that
the most obvious predictable choice in the world
but to him, there was simply no way
he was so thrilled and kept insisting
that entire side of the family has a sweet tooth
my brother and i dont
i am so sure my brother couldve guessed correctly
he just didnt even bother to play
if he had, and had thought for a second, i really do mean that was like the only thing it could be unless my dad ordered something so random no one could have ever guessed and if that were the case, why tease us with five dollars we cant win
like it is to the point that to me: maybe he was joking and didnt think i was psychic but was trying to gas me up for reasons unknown
thats how not hard this guess was
however, i have no cause to be suspicious that way
much more likely and generously in faith and trust of our knowingness of each-other and our ways and our differences and all i cant comprehend about what he is going thru: to him, whatever happened today and his tiredness and medication and pain, meant what i did was miraculous