Interesting

It seems that I have become a person whose words sometimes loom larger than life. It happens, and it is not always a happy event. After all, as St James said, the tongue is a naughty thing. And of course, making it more powerful leads to naughtier outcomes.

So it is, that when I say a day will be interesting, I am suddenly surrounded by clouds of people speculating on why it will be interesting and how so. It seems to be assumed that I am such a connoisseur of 'interesting' that a day I deem interesting is of the kind that would be horribly fascinating to anyone else.

No, no. When I say a day will be interesting, it mostly means that I have identified a point of certain interest to me. When I say a day looks like it will be interesting, it normally means that it seems that way, but may not turn out to be.

I would like to think that I am a normal human, with as much precognitive talent as the rest. My prognostications ('foreknowledgings'?) are to be taken with as much sense of foreshadowing and preternatural insight as anyone else's. Mostly. Normally.