Call me weird or old fashioned but I really pay attention to my gut instinct in the hobby and my life. I don't think it's some weird psychic thing or anything like that I just think it's one of those deep survival instinct things like fight or flight.
I turn down dates if something doesn't feel right or I get the willies vibe from someone.
I'm sitting here in the airport and out of no where got this adrenaline rush and the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood on end. Growing up my grandma said"who just walked over your grave?" When that happened. I have flown more than most people ever fly in their lives so I'm not really afraid of it. I'm sitting here trying to figure it out. Am I projecting the uneasiness of my flight here (extremely bumpy with that free fall drop feeling a lot), the odd mustard scented guy that just sat next to me after staring at me for a while, or am I just overly exhausted and my body is on the Fritz?
If us 3 have a smooth flight home I'm sleeping the whole way if this serious case of the creeps subsides. My heart is pounding in my throat, ugh.