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Hey everyone... I wanted to start by saying I wasn't quite sure where to post this—whether it belongs under religion, psychology, or something else entirely... so, here I am.
Everything I’m about to tell you is completely true, and there are people who can back me up if needed.
I know how crazy this might sound, so please, I'm asking you to hold back on the insults or mocking comments; I don't think any of you would want to be in my shoes right now. That’s exactly why I’m coming here—I honestly need some help, whether that ends up being mental or physical support.
So, here’s the thing... it all started about three weeks ago. I was smoking weed with some friends, and as I was heading home, I saw a black cat. About an hour later, I ended up getting burned by a gas stove, and I just thought, "No way, it wasn't the cat," assuming it was just some weird trip or something I imagined. But then the next few days followed the exact same pattern: I'd smoke, head home, and see that black cat again. I even mentioned to a buddy of mine that something strange was going on, but of course, who is actually going to believe a guy who's high, right? Well, until he went into town with me a few hours later and we both saw the black cat ourselves. And then, things took a turn for the worse... my girlfriend collapsed, and she had to be rushed to the ER. Let me give you one more example. Today, I was just sitting in my living room around noon; it was sweltering outside, so I opened the door for a bit. I sat there for maybe twenty minutes when a black cat just wandered right into my house... straight into the living room. And look at the weather right now—it’s absolutely pouring rain, the thunder is constant, and the whole city is dark because of a power outage... or maybe it's just my house, I can't really tell through the window. And then there was this other thing... I was walking home from my girlfriend's place around midnight, and about two blocks away from her house, I stopped to tie my shoe, and someone nearby started screaming hysterically. My heart just stopped in that moment. Now, I know what you're thinking—"it's just some stoned guy"—but seriously, put yourselves in my position for a second. Would you be able to just shrug this off? I can't post my real name or any personal info here because I really don't want to end up being committed to a psych ward. So, I'm looking for some advice... does anyone have any ideas? Please, just be understanding and take this seriously...
Everything I’m about to tell you is completely true, and there are people who can back me up if needed.
I know how crazy this might sound, so please, I'm asking you to hold back on the insults or mocking comments; I don't think any of you would want to be in my shoes right now. That’s exactly why I’m coming here—I honestly need some help, whether that ends up being mental or physical support.
So, here’s the thing... it all started about three weeks ago. I was smoking weed with some friends, and as I was heading home, I saw a black cat. About an hour later, I ended up getting burned by a gas stove, and I just thought, "No way, it wasn't the cat," assuming it was just some weird trip or something I imagined. But then the next few days followed the exact same pattern: I'd smoke, head home, and see that black cat again. I even mentioned to a buddy of mine that something strange was going on, but of course, who is actually going to believe a guy who's high, right? Well, until he went into town with me a few hours later and we both saw the black cat ourselves. And then, things took a turn for the worse... my girlfriend collapsed, and she had to be rushed to the ER. Let me give you one more example. Today, I was just sitting in my living room around noon; it was sweltering outside, so I opened the door for a bit. I sat there for maybe twenty minutes when a black cat just wandered right into my house... straight into the living room. And look at the weather right now—it’s absolutely pouring rain, the thunder is constant, and the whole city is dark because of a power outage... or maybe it's just my house, I can't really tell through the window. And then there was this other thing... I was walking home from my girlfriend's place around midnight, and about two blocks away from her house, I stopped to tie my shoe, and someone nearby started screaming hysterically. My heart just stopped in that moment. Now, I know what you're thinking—"it's just some stoned guy"—but seriously, put yourselves in my position for a second. Would you be able to just shrug this off? I can't post my real name or any personal info here because I really don't want to end up being committed to a psych ward. So, I'm looking for some advice... does anyone have any ideas? Please, just be understanding and take this seriously...