The Strange Coincidences Archive

I was driving a friend to the airport on a gray and threatening Ca. eve, knowing that my windshield wipers were broken; hoping it wouldn’t rain; when I left the airport it was dark and raining heavily, I could not see in front of me, the traffic at rushhour was fast, only the red taillights in front of me were a clue and there was no place to pull off; “Oh Jesus, why would Jesus help me?” was all I could think, my car radio was playing some rock and roll song; I went under an overpass and the radio switched to another station; a black gospel choir sang “Wait for Jesus; Wait for Jesus; Wait for Jesus; I left the protection of the overpass, the radio switched back to the rock and roll, and the windshield wipers came on, all the way home.

I was in my basement with a plumber with a wrench, looking for the gas line to hook up a hot tub water heater. As we stood looking at the house water heater, the copper flange that connected the gas line to the heater broke,pulled away from the heater and began hissing gas; the plumber stooped and turned off the gas. Had we not been there, since we all smoke and cook upstairs with gas, the chances are we would have blown ourselves up that evening. What luck.

I was in Manhattan going to art school. Met a handsome man who claimed to be the son of the prime minister of Barbados, Brian Barrows, where I had visited . We started a relationship. A few days later the Prime Minister of Barbados was on the front page of the Times, with his three young children, nowhere near the age of my new friend. Of course the relationship ended, just in time.

I was in Manhattan going to art school. Met a handsome man who claimed to be the son of the prime minister of Barbados, Brian Barrows, where I had visited . We started a relationship. A few days later the Prime Minister of Barbados was on the front page of the Times, with his three young children, nowhere near the age of my new friend. Of course the relationship ended, just in time.

A few days ago me and my friends cashed in our loose change jar to buy a sweet bong, and after we spent like $60 for it some random dude offered to sell us the same exact bong for $15 a few days later.

I was picking out the first book I wanted to read over the summer from my university’s library and when I opened it I found a postcard. It was eight years old and addressed to the daughter of my favorite professor. The daughter just got married last month to the boy who wrote the postcard.

back in gradeschool, while studying in my room for a science exam, i got a nosebleed. and it dripped on my notebook. guess where it landed. on the word “blood”. i thought that was pretty cool!

Try this one out…..

Last November was my 20th High School Reunion, and I blew it off, partly because I’ve gained a lot of weight, and partly because I’m gay and would have to bring my partner of almost 10 years. I didn’t want to deal with coming out to my graduating class. I assume that the class president, who is organizing the event, knows about my lifestyle through acquaintances that we share, although the last time she and I spoke was 10 years ago at the last reunion.

So, it’s been four months and since I never showed, I’ve been getting emails from the class president asking why I didn’t show, and if we can get together. I have not replied. About a month ago, my partner started a new job, working for a very religious organization. We both agreed that, until his three-month trial period is over, it would be best not to disclose his sexual orientation to anyone, due to the nature of the clientele, which is mostly priests and other members of the clergy.

Now, here’s the weird part. His new boss and he were talking, and when she told him where she had graduated high school, he called me with her last name and asked if I knew her. His new boss and my old class president are the same person.

this coincidence gets kind of confusing because it involves 5 people from different parts of the country,my sister melanie, and her best friend, michelle, michelles brother cory, my sisters friend kyle, and a guy from the other side of the country, jesse. kyle met cory through a friend that my sister didn’t know. my sister was talking to kyle one day because they are good friends, and kyle mentioned this guy he had just met and it turns out, cory is actually michelle’s brother, and my sister knew him.

thats strange enough, meeting a complete stranger in a different province and him being connected somehow. well THEN kyle was telling this story to a friend of his online, 3000 km away, jesse, and jesse says, melanie? what does she look like? is her father——-? this jesse is actually a guy that my sister and i grew up with. we moved away 14 years ago.
needlless to say kyle was really freaked that everyone he talked to in different parts of the country knew my sister

I go through phases of coincidences regularly. To others they may seem nothing other than that. But when the path I’ve taken to come across such thoughts without speaking about them, I begin to wonder.

I’ll try not to sound to complicated. On occasion, I’ll have a dream about something or someone and then the next day out of the blue that something or someone ends up appearing or becoming part of my day. Now that can be a person I know, an event or place or even a celebrity. Now its easy to assume that if its a celebrity all I have to do is trun on the TV or open a newspaper. But its usually someone who hasn’t been in the media for a while or is obscure.

I had a detailed dream recently about returning to an old job and the following morning I bumped into a former colleague right outside the place. Niether of us work there anymore and its not one of the better examples I could give you. However, now that I have found this website, I am going to start submitting my coincidences as they happen.

Today, I had two strange ones. The latter of the two links to the Greek Myth of Persephone. Random I know, but bare with me. I was watching a film this evening and I wanted to know who a Monica Belluci was so I went on IMdb. I realised who it was as she was in the Matrix. I was curious as to her character name as that is one of my favourite films. Its turns out it was Persephone. Earlier on today I was on a website created by the makers of the TV series Lost. Its an interactive website with clues for fans etc based on the show. The person who speaks to you when online is called Persephone. Coincidence? On the same day? Too complicated to be so.