A while back, I was playing the game
Portal with my friend, Brian. His goal was to teach me how to play a PC video game, but I was distracted by the story line. About five minutes into the game, I could tell where it was leading and what was going on, which completely distracted me from my task of learning. In fact, I still don't remember "how" to play, I only remember the story line. He blogged about my "incredible sense of foreshadowing" the next day.
He's not the first one who has noticed that.
A while back, I made a (bad) habit of yelling out things like "she's weird," or "he did it" when watching a movie. Now, I just find myself rolling my eyes at the outcome before my friends have any idea what's going on.
I started the
Twilight series last week. I'm about 400 pages into book two, as of last night. The problem is, I'm almost 100% sure I know what is going to happen and what is going on (and not because someone told me). I really hope I'm wrong. We'll see. The one thing about me, though, is that I commit. I'll finish it. Even if I do know the ending. Just ask
Aaron . We've committed to many a bad movie together, waiting for one or both of our spouses to realize how horrible it would turn out to be.
I don't want to read to much into it, but I think is a silly side effect of the discernment gift I have. I can usually read people pretty well. Sometimes, I will feel completely awkward in a situation and afterward I have to explain to Dave why. It's frustrating to realize things that other people don't, but it can also be a blessing. I only wish I had a better measure of compassion to go along with it.