So, I don't have a cell phone or internet in my apartment. I just rely on my family's phone and internet while visiting them. Thus, it has been a drill for me to approximate when my ride is coming. Since I don't have a cell phone and internet, there is no way to contact me unless the people who are giving me rides appear. Sometimes, they promise the day before to appear at a certain time, but they don't always appear at the time given. I used to be irritated by empty promises but now I have a feel for when they will appear. I have a "gut feeling" that something may have happened and they will appear at a later time but will appear on the given day. So far, it has been a good exercise of controlling my emotions and patience. I'm a type of person who appears an hours before an appointment. Thus, when people are late, I used to get mad but not anymore. I am more calm now about time constraints. Of course, if it is an emergency and I have to be there on time, I still would try to show up earlier than later. But, other than this, I am more patient with other people's handling of deadlines. I can't say this is a sixth sense per se but may be a sign of maturity and becoming more patient on my part.
I don't like technological gadgets too much although I have the requisite computer. My brother is the opposite and has the latest gadgets at hand and he still is not too informed and on time. I lived in Tokyo for awhile and was disgusted that people had their cell phone glued to their faces wherever they went. So many people but not much interaction with their surroundings. Thus, I decided to go light on gadgets because I can and do just fine.
I think to develop a "gut feeling" comes from experiences. Today my ride was late but I approximated when they would arrive and they did. Sometimes, I wait outside for my ride and it spooks them that I'm waiting when they did not tell me when they would arrive. Of course, my ride is given by family members so I know them well. I sometimes wonder if I relied on others for rides would I be so patient? I don't know.
I have a gut feeling about my future too. I have approximated that I will not live into my eighties like my parents given the fact I have had a prior history of clots and a myriad of other health problems which I have tried to address by diet and exercise. I was diabetic and had high cholesterol once after gaining 100 pounds as a side effect of medication. I changed my diet and started to exercise and lost the weight. However, I have not been able to avoid clots. I had a lung clot as I mentioned before and was hospitalized. Then, the leg clot leading to chest pain was afterwards. I know eventually it will catch up with me. I don't have a predisposition in my genes for blood clots but believe that bad diet and poor health have led me to have clots. Something has to kill you in the end. I am not super in shape but not obese and eat relatively healthy. However, my grandmother died when she was 68 from a heart attack and had diabetes and high blood pressure. My cousin died when she was 60. My parents are super healthy and have never been overweight and are like hawks about their diet and I am not. I figure they may live until their 100s so bless them for this. I, on the other hand, know my limitations. I am not blessed with pristine health and know eventually that my habits and lifestyles will catch up with me. It has already in a sense. I had my blood clot in my leg about 10 years ago. I think I'm on extended pass to make up for my deficits. I'm not one to go to doctors but do go for health checkups etc. I am fine they say. I have to see a doctor for my condition which I developed in my late 20s which is why I took medication which led me to gain 100 pounds. While I had no insurance, my family was paying out of pocket expenses. Because of this condition or illness, I believe it has caused me much grief but now I am doing ok as long as I limit the stress in my life. I am blessed in a sense to have a decent family and my physiological needs met. I can't complain. I work when I can but it is nothing too serious. I plan to work again since I am not now. I like working but finding work is hard when there is no good public transportation. Anyways, I believe I am on my last leg of my life and am happy about it. I lived a good life. Now is the time to make the most out of my life and be grateful for what I have. Most people with my condition don't live too long and don't live until their 80s. I am aware of this and feel blessed that each day goes by without much calamity.