I really don’t care to be referred to as a psychic. I say that I am an intuitive, prompting people to stare at me like I just grew horns on my head and ask, “What is that?” So why do I describe myself this way when the term “psychic” is more common among the general public?
It goes like this: when I hear the term “psychic”, visions of Dionne Warwick and her Psychic Friends Network begin a conga line through my head. Madame Cleo, that gargantuan douchebag with the fat, honkin’ turban, wiggles along at the rear of that cranial conga line. “Psychic” reeks of old timey fortunetellers, sly con artists out to make a quick buck by duping the heartbroken. Wikipedia defines a psychic as “a person who professes an ability to perceive information hidden from the normal senses through extrasensory perception.” The definition ends by stating, “The scientific consensus considers ESP and the claimed power of the mind to know the past and predict the future to be pseudoscientific beliefs.” Doesn’t make folks like me who use their intuition in their career sound very reliable, does it?