I've had a lifetime of weird shit happen to me. I can't keep it all to myself anymore. I need someone to know about it, and there's no one I trust to listen. So I figure maybe I can put some online like this, a new account, bland username, nothing personally identifiable, maybe it'll help.
I don't even know where to start.
Maybe when I was 9, doing some $1 betting at a family wedding (okay, it was chicken shit bingo).
Because I was 9, I needed money from my parents for this. And of course I kept losing. I must have played two or three rounds and lost each time. And I kept going up to my dad, who was a softer touch than my mom, and asking for just one more try.
The final time I did this, Dad tried some psychology on me. "Okay, but if you win you have to split it with your brother." I knew even then that Dad expected I wouldn't agree to that, but I did. Because I had a feeling. Not even a feeling, a certainty that I would win. I absolutely knew it.
And of course I did. $120 or something like that. You knew I won going into this story, because why else would I share it. And yes I did have to split it with my little brother, who had done nothing to deserve it, and I might still be a bit pissed about that because I was briefly a millionaire in kid terms.
And most people get a few of those in their lives. A lot of people have moments where they just know what will happen. Or something uncanny happens and they're left wondering the rest of their lives if that really happened the way they remember it.
This was the second unusual experience that I can remember. And if things had stopped there, it would just be one of those funny stories. But it wasn't the last, second-last, or even twentieth-last weird thing to happen to me in my life. And I'm getting really tired of keeping it all to myself.
I should add, this story is true from my perspective. It is a truthful account of what I experienced from my point of view. That's the best I can do.
I don't know how much of these I'm going to end up sharing. Maybe this is the only time. Maybe I just need to put a few stories out there and it'll be easier to hold the rest to myself. Maybe you'll all think I'm lying, or using AI, or writing too much like a story/narrative. I don't know.
That's a lot of caveats for a little story about maybe-luck maybe-precognition boring-story-who-cares, isn't it?
Like I said that's about where it started, not where it's ended up.
More recently, on my list of weird things I try not to think about too much...
Maybe 5 years back, I had a dream where I was gathered with around 20-30 other people in a parking lot in my neighborhood. At night, of course. We were all just "waiting for aliens to show up." We just... laid down and waited. That was, apparently, the procedure. Last thing I remember was this woman next to me squeezing my right hand really tight, cause we were both nervous despite going along with whatever this was with no complaints.
And then I woke up in bed, and my right arm was outstretched across the bed to the far side, and my hand was still tingling like someone had just been squeezing it.
And no, I was not experiencing pins and needles from having my arm in a weird position for too long. It wasn't that kind of tingling.
Idk wtf that was, exactly. But it was deeply unsettling. I would call it a dream, except I woke up still feeling it.