Instead of gesundheit? Shocked silence.

I know, I know. It’s been a while since I last posted. Things have been a little crazy, but rest assured, I’m still alive and well, and as of yet not been bundled off to some government lab to be shocked, prodded, questioned, and cut up in the name of science.

If you’re new to my blog (rawr!), that may have not made a lot of sense to you, so you may want to scroll down a bit and start at the beginning.

Done? Alright, now that we’re on the same page, I can go on.

It’s been a little over two months since I discovered I was telekinetic, and it’s amazing how quickly it became…mundane. It’s like being able to taste, or see. It’s become so integrated in my everyday life that I take it for granted. When I’m alone or reasonably certain no one will see, I hardly ever move things by hand anymore.

Because of this, so many of life’s tiny inconveniences simply don’t exist for me anymore. Ever get in the shower before getting the temperature right? No need to suffer the water, I can just give the knob a little twist from the safety of the other side. Want the passenger side window cranked down without risking a car wreck? That one is easy; I don’t even have to look at it anymore.

That being said, the power isn’t exactly under complete control.

Sneezing sometimes causes that little brain-muscle (as I’ve come to think of it) to flex involuntarily. Usually this manifests in a little arc in front of me, scattering small objects, but if I happen to be touching something as I sneeze, it gets hurled…sometimes in a random direction, but usually straight at me. After a close call with a steak knife I decided to keep the mental handling of dangerous objects to a minimum.

Also, I know I move things in my sleep – a webcam recording settled that suspicion with a quickness. I had woken up several times with that mild headache that usually follows a good workout, with my things misplaced.

It seems that I’m much stronger in my sleep. Awake, I can sustain one small object in the air, maybe two. But in the video, at times I had six or seven things floating around the room in nonsensical patterns. Ghost hunters would have a stroke over the footage. At one point, I even had my office chair lifted a few feet off the ground, by far the heaviest object I’ve managed so far.

I have to wonder if this is more of a cognitive limitation, as opposed to strength. Maybe the mass of an object doesn’t mean as much for this ability as I think it should. Either way, I haven’t been able to duplicate these feats awake.

Wish me luck – I’m off to work, and I have the sniffles.