posted on Jan, 21 2010 @ 06:51 AM
I've been reading this site for a while, but this is the first time I truly feel inclined to post.
Lately, the past few years of misery I've been dealing with have turned up the notch and things have gotten much worse. I'm skipping details, as
nobody wants to hear any of that crap, but overall the point is that I've reached a point where I'm the most depressed I've ever been. What kills
me even more is that I have conflicting thoughts on the different methods of life and such. I'm a man of logic and reason, yet I'm a writer and this
world presents itself to me as, sometimes, without logic and reason. I don't believe in any religions as I have no proof, yet there are things that
make me question it. There's no proof in the paranormal, yet nobody has been able to explain some things I or some others have come across. One of
these things is this gut feeling I have...
About a year ago, when things weren't nearly as bad as they are now, I noticed that if I have this one specific feeling, whatever thought I'm having
always ends up being true. It's not something I can force or replicate at will (unfortunately), nor is it something I can ever see coming, nor is it
always something particularly important. The best way I can describe it is the feeling that washes over you when you take that first bite of some food
that you really like, or that first sip of a drink when you're dying of thirst. Whenever I simply abide by the instinctual thought, something odd
will happen that, yes, could be a coincidence, but still, it raises an eyebrow. For instance, I once didn't trust my instincts about directions to a
place where I thought this one particular road was right, but Mapquest had told me otherwise, so I trusted that. I wound up driving for an hour trying
to find my destination and getting nowhere. Out of the blue, I decided to pull over at a convenient store to ask for directions (something I never,
EVER do; this was the first time) and lo and behold, not 10 seconds after I ask, someone else comes in to the place and asks directions to the same
place. Turns out I was right about that road. Another instance, I hadn't talked to a friend of mine in basically four years outside of a hello and
some small talk every couple of months, but when I was talking to her a few weeks ago, I received the gut feeling again. The thought that came into my
mind was, and I quote, "this feels like a moment where two people say they love each other". What's the next words out of her mouth? "Lol I love
you". Now this was not a goodbye (something that could warrant such a response), it wasn't a part of our conversation at all, and she's not the
type to use the word frequently. Clearly it wasn't a profession of true love, but that's not important. A few days later, around one in the morning,
I had the sudden urge to talk to a different friend of mine about our thoughts on souls. Several hours later, the "love you" girl says to me out of
the blue that she had a dream the previous night (when I was talking to my friend) that involved me talking about souls. This past Sunday, I was
talking to the soul friend again, and I had the sudden urge to say to him "It's weird that on TV shows and in movies, the name Jenkins is never
really assigned to a woman. It's inherently manly or something. Nobody ever thinks of a woman when they hear that name." The next night on How I Met
Your Mother, the episode literally revolved around the characters hearing the name Jenkins and assuming it was a man, but it turns out to be a woman.
I had not seen a single preview for this episode.
So that brings me to why I felt the need to post all this. Earlier today, I was thinking to myself, how would I express in a metaphor the way I'm
currently feeling, which is that I have so few things in my life that make me happy and make me get up in the morning. The instinctual response I had
was "I'm living off bread crumbs". And what did I just come across? (continued in the post below this)