Man, I have been sitting on this for months, trying to figure out how to even write it all down without sounding like a total nutcase. You see the title. I ran a whole stupid experiment to test if the Pisces women in my life are actually just better at guessing stuff, or if they’re getting signals from the dang Matrix. I threw out all the textbook psychology stuff and decided to just go hardcore with real-world practice.
The Setup: Locking Down the Vibe Check
My entire process started about six months ago. I first had to pin down my test subjects. I wasn’t going to trust online polls or random strangers. I specifically tapped into three women I know, all confirmed Pisces, who had demonstrated that weird, unsettling “knowing” before. I also grabbed one solid Taurus friend as my control group. She is grounded, she is logical, and she wasn’t afraid to laugh at me.
I started small. I devised three main tests, deliberately keeping them simple so we couldn’t get tangled up in complex variables:
- The Envelope Game: I would write a single word on a piece of paper—either “Yes,” “No,” or “Wait”—fold it up ten times, put it in a sealed envelope, and then hide it in a book. Before they even touched the book, they had to write down what they “felt” the word was.
- The Object Placement: I would place a cheap coin, a dried flower, and a house key in three separate, identical, opaque cloth bags. I’d shuffle them endlessly. They had to pick the bag with the coin. Simple probability says 33% chance.
- The ‘Call Me Now’ Scenario: This was the most unstructured and the messiest. I would, at a random time, just think about a specific minor problem I was having (like, “Should I order pizza tonight?” or “Did I leave the keys in the office?”). I’d track how many times one of them randomly reached out to me within the next hour with an unrelated message that somehow related to the feeling of my problem.
I didn’t use any fancy tech. I hauled out a stack of those cheap spiral notebooks and a sharpie. I documented every single attempt, noting the time, the subject, the chosen answer, and the actual result. I kept a separate spreadsheet of the raw stats, which was an absolute bear to manage because they kept forgetting to text me back in time.
The Execution: When the Stats Started to Get Spooky
The Taurus control friend was exactly what I expected. She nailed the coin test 35% of the time, she was guessing the envelope word 30% of the time. Pure, beautiful, statistical randomness. This, weirdly, was encouraging, because it showed the tests could be random.
Then I ran the Pisces group through the wringer. I didn’t let them practice. I kept changing the locations. I even tried throwing out red herring vibes myself. It didn’t matter.
The Envelope Game results jumped to about 65% accuracy across the three of them. I’m telling you, I watched one woman just hold the envelope near her head for five seconds, sigh, and write “No” perfectly, even though I had put “Wait.” When I said, “You were close, I wrote ‘Wait’,” she just shrugged and said, “Yeah, but the answer is ‘No.’ You’ll wait too long and miss the window.” And she was right! I missed the window!
The Object Placement was even wilder. I watched another one of them try the coin test twelve times in a row. She got it right ten of those times. It became less about getting the exact object and more about knowing the feeling of the bag that felt “heavier” or “more metallic.” They kept using words like, “I sensed a weight,” or “That bag felt wrong, like it wanted to be ignored.” It was all Vibe, no Logic.
The ‘Call Me Now’ scenario was the nail in the coffin. Over a two-month period, when I was struggling with a specific, emotionally-charged decision, one of the Pisces subjects reached out 70% of the time within 90 minutes. Not specifically about the problem, but about the feeling of stress. One time I was desperately trying to find a misplaced work document and was getting anxious. She texted me: “Hey, are you feeling scattered? Just saw a bird hit my window, thought of you. Breathe.” That’s not guessing. That’s tuning in to a frequency.
My Personal Trigger: Why I Hounded Them Down
I wouldn’t have put myself through this whole mad process if it wasn’t for one completely messed up thing that happened a year ago. I usually don’t share stuff like this because it sounds insane, but you gotta know why I went full-on researcher.
I was about to sign a lease for a small apartment, a dream place, honestly. I’d seen it, paid the deposit, everything was good to go. The night before I was supposed to sign the final papers, an old college friend—a Pisces woman I hadn’t talked to in probably four years—calls me out of the blue, completely unprompted.
I picked up and she sounded shaky. She didn’t say, “Don’t sign the lease.” She didn’t say, “Bad things will happen.” She just kept saying one thing: “Don’t go there. That place is freezing cold, not the heat, but the air. It feels wrong. Don’t put your signature on that chill.”
I thought she was having a breakdown, honestly. I ignored her. I told myself it was coincidence, or maybe she was reading my stress from social media. I went the next morning and signed the papers.
Three days after I moved my stuff in, a pipe burst—not just a little leak, a catastrophic failure from the unit above. The entire place was flooded, carpets soaked, walls ruined. It was declared uninhabitable. The “chill” she felt was the massive water damage and the subsequent mold that forced me out and ruined half my furniture. I had to fight for months to get my deposit back.
That single, unsolicited phone call, saving me from a year of misery, turned me into the crazy person who had to know: Are you psychic, or are you just so intuitive that you process the environmental ‘vibes’ faster than the rest of us? My practice showed me they aren’t reading minds; they’re reading the script before it loads on the screen. And yeah, that’s basically psychic enough for me.
