Einstein called this the "intuitive mind" and we all have one. But as the great man said, we've been trained to question it, devalue it, and generally pretend it doesn't exist. But it does. And I recently proved it. At least to myself.
Technology is finally catching up to human intuition; our instincts now have a software-based twin. There are actually programs that can track when people are "looking" at you, but not in the physical world, in the virtual. LinkedIn is one of the most frustrating social networks in this regard. Creepy, too. People who pay a monthly fee can look around the site "anonymously." Meaning, you know that someone has looked at your profile, but all you see is a gray figure where a picture should be, labeled as "Anonymous LinkedIn Member." And on LinkedIn, there's no way to block these creepy creepers. No matter how much you pay in monthly fees, you can never find out the identity of whoever it is that seems to regularly check your site after midnight every Saturday...wonder what business that individual is doing at that hour??? Like I said, creepy. And there have been lots of complaints. Particularly from attractive women.
My cyber-stalker had a pattern. All summer, without fail, Mr. "Anonymous" checked in every Monday. My instincts told me I knew this person, and, I was right! This LinkedIn-wolf in anonymous-sheep's clothing began to increase viewing activity. So, I asked a friend a favor. A similar program that tracks Facebook and Twitter stalkers can do the same thing for LinkedIn, with a few minor adjustments. It's just a beta and not for sale, though whoever does market it first will likely make a killing.
Guess what? My instincts were right!!! I knew who it was in the same way you know someone is watching you, even if your back is turned. I really didn't need technology to back up my intuitive mind. I had done a few strategic things to increase or decrease the particular individual's activity, and the "anonymous" profile views adjusted accordingly with uncanny precision. Yeah, babe--I've got your number. Literally.
For me, this little experiment confirmed what I already knew--that my intuition, my instinct, is cracker jack. Frighteningly so. And yet, I still question the information my intuitive mind delivers with regular frequency.
The thing that makes the human superior to any technology our flawed hands create is this wonderful "programming" we call instinct, allowing us to see things we aren't actually seeing, to know things we have no concrete evidence for but still understand with total clarity. It's essentially a super-power, one four million-years of social scrutiny has managed to bury. The only time humans seem to rely on it is with #LOVE.
"I just know he likes me...I can feel it!" or "She's my soul-mate--I've got to get her number," are common things we say about potential #LOVE matches. And, most of the time, we're right. So whether it's about #LOVE, or that LinkedIn creeper, or the feeling that tells you to take a different road then you normally do on your way to work and later, you learn there was a horrible accident that you would have been in the middle of had you not listened to your intuitive mind--that part of us we call instinct. It's helped us survive four-million years on the planet. It's helped us survive each other. And it will continue to, as long as we remember we have it.
Technology is great; it can make life easier. Except when it doesn't. Like with "anonymous" LinkedIn members who regularly look at your profile, and it's not to ask you to come in for an interview....
Mr. "Anonymous" LinkedIn Member, the veil has been lifted. At least on my account. If you want to get in touch, there's this nifty device called a phone that works really well when you press a series of numbers in a certain combination. When a human voice says, "Hello?" The APPROPRIATE reply is "Hi, how are you?" Texting and/or email work in much the same way. I highly recommend you try it.
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