[ᎇꜱ᎘-ᮇɮɱ] Un mal presentimiento te puede salvar la vida

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Nunca te pasĂł que un dĂ­a despertaste con un presentimiento que te detuvo totalmente de hacer algo? Seguramente sĂ­, un momento donde pensaste algo va a pasarme y te regresaste a casa o cambiaste de rumbo, o incluso te refugiaste...

Este tema solo lo he abordado con tres personas qué, sé que me creen y que han pasado por situaciones similares. Es que no es fåcil hablar de ello, hay quienes se lo pueden tomar como falso, o exagerado. Para mí es real, y muchas veces trato de identificar si es ansiedad meramente o si pasa algo mås que no estoy viendo pero mi consciencia sí.

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Y les cuento esto, que acabo de escribir a las 8 y 50 de la mañana, porque me regresé de la parada del bus.

Para comenzar mi dĂ­a me despertĂ© no con muchas ganas, aĂșn asĂ­, me alistĂ© con un outfit cĂłmodo, con una buena actitud, desayunĂ©, me tomĂ© unas fotos para animarme y salĂ­. Primero lleguĂ© a la tienda mĂĄs cercana a sacar un avance de efectivo para pagar los pasaje del autobĂșs, con paso lentos y muchas dudas de si realmente la gente irĂ­a al trabajo. Las calles estaban solas, vacĂ­as no se escuchaba nada ni siquiera carros o los pajaritos de siempre.

Seguramente han escuchado que Venezuela estå de luto nacional por todo lo que ha pasado de los terremotos, y estå bien respetar ese silencio, aunque hoy reiniciaron las actividades y me tocaba ir, la verdad es qué , este silencio era muy especial, extrañísimo, me inquietó demås.

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Con todos esos pensamientos me fui hasta la parada y no habĂ­a personas esperando, cuando generalmente espero el bus con 10 o mĂĄs personas, nos rodean las tiendas de frituras, los carros pasando, un camiĂłn descargando arena en la ferreterĂ­a que me desespera, y hoy no pasĂł nada de eso.

En los minutos que estuve esperando comencĂ© a sudar frĂ­o y a hiperventilar; no llegĂł nadie, ni pasĂł ningĂșn transporte, ni siquiera los carritos de la lĂ­nea mĂĄs cercana. Las tiendas estaban cerradas, y la ferreterĂ­a no abriĂł, no pasaban personas caminando, no habĂ­a ruido ni ventanas abiertas... AsĂ­ que tomĂ© mi decisiĂłn.

Me devolví a mi casa. Cambié de calle con la esperanza de ver mås personas y solo me consoló ver a un señor a la distancia. Me quedé pensando, si al final sería mi ansiedad? Solo que estå vez si fue real, mis pensamientos me atacaron ¿Vale la pena exponerse así?.

Me siento mal porquĂ©, yo querĂ­a ir al trabajo solo que no asĂ­. Hace unos años tuve unas malas experiencias por no seguir mi instinto o intuiciĂłn aĂșn no se que nombre asignarle pero con el paso de los años he aprendido a escucharme mĂĄs, hacerme caso y decidir con firmeza.

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Una vez saliendo de la universidad siendo estudiante aĂșn, se me hizo tarde y no pasaban buses, llevaba mucho rato esperando y me querĂ­a ir caminando para llegar mĂĄs rĂĄpido, habĂ­a varios callejones solo quĂ©, me puse nerviosa y me regresĂ©, desistĂ­ y esperĂ© el bus. El dĂ­a siguiente unos compañeros me comentaron que a varios chicos los atracaron por los callejones por irse con la prisa, solo pensĂ© menos mal que me devolvĂ­.

Años mĂĄs tarde de ese incidente me montĂ© en un bus, que tambiĂ©n salĂ­a de la universidad, era muy tarde alrededor de las 7 de la noche y tenĂ­a muy mal presentimiento desde que me subĂ­ pero no tenĂ­a mĂĄs opciones, aĂșn asĂ­ en la primera parada que vĂ­ me bajĂ©, sin importar que tan lejos estaba, no le di importancia y me fui caminando. DĂ­as mĂĄs tarde me encontrĂ© un vecino que iba aquel dĂ­a en ese mismo bus, me contĂł que apenas bajĂ© del bus, en la misma parada se montaron dos hombres y atracaron a todos los que iban montados, me quedĂ© impresionada.

Desde entonces, siempre pienso si no se dió no es para mí, o si siento algo le hago caso. Cómo hoy qué, si mi cuerpo estå sudando frío y se hiperventila ante la idea de exponerme así mejor le hago caso y me quedo en casa.

Por cierto, no lo había publicado en la mañana por falta de electricidad y de saldo ;C

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Has it ever happened to you that you woke up one day with a gut feeling that completely stopped you from doing something? I’m sure it has—a moment when you thought, something’s going to happen to me, and you went back home or changed course, or even took shelter...

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I’ve only ever talked about this with three people—people I know believe me and who’ve been through similar situations. It’s just not easy to talk about; some people might think it’s made up or exaggerated. For me, it’s real, and I often try to figure out if it’s just anxiety or if there’s something else going on that I’m not seeing but my intuition is.

And I’m telling you this—which I just wrote at 8:50 in the morning—because I came back from the bus stop.

To start my day, I woke up not feeling very eager, but still, I got ready in a comfortable outfit, with a positive attitude, had breakfast, took some photos to cheer myself up, and headed out. First, I went to the nearest store to get a cash advance to pay for my bus fare, walking slowly and wondering if people would actually be going to work. The streets were deserted, empty—you couldn’t hear a thing, not even cars or the usual birdsong.

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You’ve probably heard that Venezuela is in a period of national mourning because of everything that’s happened with the earthquakes, and it’s right to respect that silence. Even though activities resumed today and I had to go, the truth is that this silence was very special—and incredibly strange—and it really unsettled me.

With all those thoughts running through my mind, I walked to the bus stop, and there was no one waiting there—even though I usually wait for the bus with 10 or more people, surrounded by snack shops, cars driving by, and a truck unloading sand at the hardware store, which drives me crazy. But today, none of that happened.

During the few minutes I waited, I started breaking out in a cold sweat and hyperventilating; no one arrived, no public transportation passed by—not even the trams on the nearest line. The shops were closed, and the hardware store didn’t open; no one was walking by, there was no noise, and no windows were open
 So I made my decision.

I went back home. I switched streets in the hope of seeing more people, and the only thing that comforted me was seeing a man in the distance. I kept wondering, was it just my anxiety after all? Except this time it was real—my thoughts attacked me. Is it worth exposing myself like this?

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I feel bad because I wanted to go to work—just not like this. A few years ago, I had some bad experiences because I didn’t follow my instinct or intuition—I still don’t know what to call it—but over the years I’ve learned to listen to myself more, pay attention to what I feel, and make firm decisions.

Once, when I was still a student and leaving college, I was running late and no buses were coming. I’d been waiting for a long time and wanted to walk so I could get there faster. There were several alleys, but I got nervous and turned back; I gave up and waited for the bus. The next day, some classmates told me that several guys had been mugged in the alleys because they’d left in a hurry; I just thought, Thank goodness I turned back.

Years after that incident, I got on a bus that was also leaving from the university. It was very late—around 7 p.m.—and I’d had a really bad feeling ever since I got on, but I had no other options. Still, I got off at the first stop I saw, no matter how far away it was; I didn’t think much of it and just started walking. A few days later, I ran into a neighbor who had been on that same bus that day. He told me that as soon as I got off the bus, two men got on at that very same stop and mugged everyone on board. I was shocked.

Ever since then, I always think, if it didn’t happen, it wasn’t meant to be, or if I sense something, I listen to my gut. Like today—if my body is breaking out in a cold sweat and I’m hyperventilating at the thought of putting myself out there like that, I’d better listen to it and stay home.

By the way, I hadn't posted it this morning because I didn't have any power or phone credit ;C

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