The Strange Coincidences Archive

I have a few that I think are quite interesting… When I was a teenager i went on a Sat outing with a friend and her family in Oklahoma. We were listening to the the radio and the song “John Deer Green” came on by Joe Diffie…(songs about a guy who spraypaints that he loves his girlfriend in green spray paint on a tower) well we were singing along and we past a abandoned building and spray painted in green (exactly what the song says) except it was a building not a tower it said “billy bob loves charlene” Just like the song and while it was playing…freaky…

Another time i was in a random chat room and this guy started talking to me. we got to talking a bit more and he was in kansas.. im from a dinky town in south oklahoma and i told him my home town. turns out he was from there and was a good friend of my brother in law..

my boyfriends mom and stepmom name is Glenda and each have a sis named barbie….........

I wonder if I might be haunted.
—I am 58 and divorced, and all of my numerous relationships involved ladies born in the autumn, mostly the first week of October.
—I have neve lived in Pittsburgh, but most of the women I have dated are from there.
—I was driving north on Rte 13 in Virginia one Easter Monday when I saw a unique wooden sailboat on a trailer pass me by at least twice, maybe three times.
Years later, a friend bought that very boat—the same one—in Boston.
—In Wheaton, Ill, I resided as a child across the street from a fellow who went on years later to become one of my college profs at a small school in upstate NY.
—And years later I worked for a fellow who had attended Wheaton College, and married a gal from the town, who happened to have been—years earlier—my babysitter.
—A NYTimes column mentioned me and a fellow from my high school—though we were about six years apart—in the same column and in the same paragraph. But our high school was outside Philadelphia.
—On a Friday, I had been trying without success to contact a fellow who I had never met, for business reasons, sort of a cold call. The next morning, when I drove to fetch my daughter from summer camp, I met another father. He turned out to be the fellow I had been phoning.
—I was in a very isolated village in Africa. A CARE package arrived. Inside, among the used clothes, were worn football and soccer jerseys from my college.
—This next one is, to me, totally unexplainable, though my statistics prof would likely have proved me wrong.
Years ago, driving along a snowy, backwoods Connecticut road at sundown, I stopped to relieve myself. I looked down and saw a small “town” around a lake.
My kids had always said they wanted to take a lakeside vacation. We had always been seashore people in the Northeast. I told myself, “I better remember the name of this lake, and the town.
Well, I got the name of the lake, drove away and promptly forgot it.
Years later, I told my daughters, “This year, you guys pick your camp. Here’s what you can spend. Here’s when you can go. Here’s the camp book. Pick it yourselves.”|
In August, when I drove four hours from New Hope, Pa., to northern Connecticut, I was amazed to realize their camp was the very “town” I had gazed down upon some eight years earlier on that snowy night.
Yeesh. There are other unexplained crossed wires in my life that I cannot fathom. Oh well,
T

Up until about 15 years ago, I often recorded humour that I heard on the radio, using an old Tandberg reel-to-reel tape recorder. Yesterday evening, in response to a sudden and unexplained urge, I spent an hour rummaging through my store-room, to search for the box containing those tapes. Having found them, I began to record items from some of them onto my computer, for eventual conversion to CDs, so as to ensure they are not lost. One of the items was a sketch played by Ronnie Corbett and Ronnie Barker – to which I gave the title “The Two Ronnies.” I haven’t thought about those two comedians even once for many many years. This morning, reading The Guardian on the web, I came across an article stating that the BBC intended to create new shows featuring The Two Ronnies, for the first time in 18 years. I am staggered! This is an astounding coincidence! But, then, I have been fortunate to experience a great many such coincidences over the 68 years of my life – and it makes me wonder whether I am the ‘sort’ of person (exceptionally sensitive, etc.) to whom such experiences ‘come’, or whether they come to all of us, no matter what ‘sort’ of person we are. Fascinating!!!

i couldnt think of a coincidence to submit,for ive had many in my foggy thirteen years of life,although i do have a thought that “coincedently“pops into my head.one day in 6th period,2:15,there was a substitute that day i took advantage of the situation and begin to mess around with my friends.nere the end of class i got up to sharpen my pencil just to tick off the sub, it was about the 15th time id gotten up to make some random foolish act,but this time for some reason i took the long way back to my seat.as a joke my friend tripped me,i went down fast,and i got punctured in the right arm by my freshly sharpend pencil,like all wounds ,it bled,and it hurt.i then went and got stiches after school.after i got the stiches out i begin to ponder existensial questions floating through my head.every decision has more than one possible outcome,if id chosen to go the other way back to my desk, would i be unhurt?is a coincidence really a coincedence?is it a coincedence that i signed up for that class,or is it the time on the clock or the number of times i got up,or is it that my real teacher stayed home that day,if so then life is one big coincedence,a series of events leading up to one big life changing event,or maybe coincednces are fates way of showing us things.if ihadent fallen and gotten hurt, and i wouldent have realized my every day enigmas.thats my story.

Not sure if this is a coincidence but it is very odd.
I would be talking to people in chat rooms and most of
the men I talked to ended up being from Ohio. Then two
of them that were from Ohio would always talk about either
going to Florida or having been to Florida.
But all the men I talked to were from Ohio. Now that is
what I call strange. If you have thoughts on that let
me know. Oh and this to, my best friends husband is from
Ohio lol.

Thank you

One evening at about quarter to six my mom & myself were in the hall talking to each other.Just then she reminded me to buy bread from across the street.Mom told me to get her purse from the drawer for cash for the bread.While taking out the money I took out a card and just happened to ask mom whose it was.Mom told me it was Tina’s( A Family FRIEND)somebody she hadn’t met since long.I took the cash & just then we got a phone call from Tina saying that her Father expired that day.

My grandma has a special abilatie.She knows when people lie.Once i was acting like I had finished my homework.I continue lying and fially she said something.She said“I can see the L’s in your eyes”.She still till this day says that

Is this weird or is it just me?

One night, i dreamed of this huge building that was surrounded by people. I was a “detective” in this dream, when i saw a man trying to commit suicide for a crime he had done. I saw his head near a left window of the building. I awoke before he even touched the ground. I dismissed it as something weird. Days later, i was borred so i turned on the TV. There was nothing on but news and commercials about stupid things so i decided to watch the news.(that should be weird by itself) I was beginnig to watch it when it showed an exact picture of the building that i dreamt about. It had all people around it as well. The news said something about a man that had committed a crime long ago and was finally caught. Weird Huh!

This is strange but I promise its true. I was driving to the bank one day, listening to a cd i had listened to entirely too much. I was getting very tired of the same songs over and over. A thought flashed in my mind about wouldnt it suck if all the buttons on my cd player stopped working and i couldnt eject this cd and i had to listen to this cd everytime I got in the car for the rest of my life. When i pulled up to the window to make my deposit, I needed to turn down my radio so i could talk to the teller, and guess what. I couldnt turn down my radio, i couldnt eject the cd, i couldnt even switch to a different song. nothing worked. It was very freaky. I could however take the face off of my cd player. When i was through with the deposit I started to leave and put the face back on and everything worked fine and it has never happened again

I had a friend who went to school at texas tech. she was driving herself to possem kingdom lake where her mom and dad had a lake house. The distance between is about a 5 hour drive. One hour into her drive, her car broke down and she was in the middle of nowhere. she was pretty scared. Someone drove up next to her and offered her a ride. To both of their surprise, the person that picked her up was also going to possem kingdom lake. if you know this lake, you know just how big this lake is. So for even more of a freaky thing, She was going to her condo that sat not more than 50 yards away from where my friend’s parent’s condo was.