Hunches are fantastic things; you can continuously fiddle with them without changing the reality–Really? Are you forgetting that you have a personal reality? What happens to that?

Hunches are volatile version of intuitions, which I believe are thought to be less potent than they are. I over-pride myself for embodying these intuitions that are always bang-on. I have a hunch about my hunches that they lose their punches when they are out in the open. I don’t know how much can I believe that hunch now, but in the process of relieving myself out of some sin born out of unreasoning, I test my intuitions against tangible evidence—”I am not a superstition, I am not a superstition”–each one of them screams.

My intuitions somehow can sneak past my reality into the real reality, and they always gather the right information for me. When I second guess, the intuitions almost always falter, but it isn’t their fault, we can’t just make them lose their meaning and expect them to live as if there still run on some meaning, can we? I don’t want them to be right that often, because I don’t want to live on intuitions for some inexplicable reasons, may be I just want to plain-sure, and intuitions don’t allow you to be cocksure, but my misery is such, I don’t know which one to choose, I want reason inside reality to work more than reason inside subjective reality.

No, but you can see the fire in front of you, right?

Not until you just told me so

So you mean to say I am lying? Or you mean to say that I am not using enough mental faculties and information to give you that information?

No, I want to believe that the fire is there, but I don’t want to believe you

Sometimes it happens that we want to get burnt, we want to feel the ashes rising through us, just anticipating the soothing effects of rubbing ashes all over the body. It is not about learning, most of the times we still hope that the fire won’t burn us, thinking that we got to feel the heat to generate the heat, it is very subjective, it may or may not be the case, if you win, you praise your intuitions and your intuitions go stronger until they decide to part ways from the truth. If you lose, your intuitions move away in different directions, like a jelly fish, after a while, they just go with the flow, so there is no clear separation between what you do and what you feel—I feel that is the worst thing, obviously because you have lost, no matter how much you try to not feel—the feeling stays, and it modifies the intuitions in way that would make them (the intuitions) less free, misguided, and useless really.

But the postmortem of previous thoughts always yields “What would you have done anyway”—that is the exact thing that allows us to believe that we are better of trusting our intuition—it isn’t logic, but it isn’t that illogical—that is what we find.  Our intuitions are based on solid reasons—what should not be—but should be if you are not a fan of intuition. Intuitions, technically, have to be crazy, for e.g. you feeling the sign of an impending accident at a signal before the accident site—and it really happens—that’s intuition, something like space and time, aren’t they intuitions? I cannot prove to myself that space and time are entities, I fear space and time, and I fear what they without reason and logic, and still make believe that everything happens for a reason—thoughts like these make me believe that I am better of working with intuitions.

What should we do? Should we choose the stable reality? Or should we give uncertainty a chance? We always do that—but should we still do that when stability seems to keep you warm? I don’t know if these are intuitions that are keeping me late up in the night, or is it just that I have over eaten (which is simple logic). Since I have not uttered the four letter word in this post till now—Fuck you intuitions—I don’t want you to be true so often.