Well, Hellstromism practice with Gary went better than expected. His hand did give away where the object was that he was thinking of. He didn’t yank me off my feet, but he truly swung his hand like a compass needle toward the object.
Sadly, we were doing it in our great room, and it’s just not big enough or grid-like enough to do a real test. I’ll just have to have him place the object somewhere in the house instead of somewhere in the great room.
Toward the end, he began to argue with me. He asked why I wasn’t talking to him to reveal where the object was.
I said, ”Why would I talk to you to find the hidden object? You’re supposed to think of the object and I’m supposed to read your mind.”
”No. You keep up a patter and ask me questions that make me reveal where the object is.” Blatant “mansplaining.” Well, mansplaining would be if he explained something we both know. I know how it’s done, and he doesn’t.
I sighed, ”No patter. That’s not how it’s done.”
”Yes it is.” He actually said that. “It’s all done with the patter. You can’t actually read my mind, and talking to me is the only way to tell what’s in my mind.”
”Nope.” Mind you, I’m saying this while I have his wrist daintily pinched between my thumb and index finger.
“Listen to me. You need to work on your patter.”
”Sure. Whatever. Is it the lamp?”
Of course, it was the lamp. And he was not adequately amazed. That pissed me off as much as the mansplaining, frankly.