I moved to Kelowna in August (2012), and within the 6 months that I’ve spent as a Kelowna resident – I’ve seen more silver, Hyundai Tiburons around town than I’ve ever seen in my entire life.
(I wish I was exaggerating, but I’m being sincerely honest. And in case you’re unsure as to the vehicle I’m referring to, see below…)
You may be wondering why this is such a big deal. It’s just a silver car, no?
A year and a half ago – this probably wouldn’t be such a big deal; I wouldn’t really care too much. But today, the overwhelming sights of this exact car is suffocating, frustrating and uncanny. That car brings back haunting memories of an asshole ex-boyfriend I’m continuously trying so hard to forget. (A gruesome story which I won’t get into – but all you need to know is that he’s a big, fat, jerk who deserves to be forgotten)
Anyways…
I initially thought I was going crazy. Actually, I’m still slightly convinced I might actually be crazy; another part of me tells me this is more than mind tricks.
At the beginning, I thought it might be a coincidence. I frequent the same places quite often- maybe I was just seeing the same car over and over. After recently cutting all communication with my ex, I thought that my sub-conscious was just having a hard time letting go. But as more time passes, I’ve completely convinced myself that this isn’t just my brain on overdrive. I’m almost positive that evil spirits in this world are messing with my head and my heart.
Because, I understand that these are somewhat attractive vehicles, but how is it that I see at least one a day, all over Kelowna.
(And, I assure you they’re not always the exact same silver Tiburon either. After months and months of these sightings, I’ve started paying closer attention to defining details – which only drives me more crazy)
If I could, I’d embrace this as some silliness caused by an active imagination – convincing myself that this city is in fact over-populated by numerous silver sports cars. But, I cant. It doesn’t make any sense and the whole scenario has this undesirable way of striking certain nerves in my soul. I get this eery feeling when I see that car – it’s unsettling, but almost like a gut instinct that’s intense and very confused.
In all honesty, this kind of thought process isn’t abnormal for me. I’ve always been slightly superstitious and wary of why things happen the way they do.
Once upon a time, I bought myself a bottle of DKNY “Be Delicious” perfume. It was one of my favourite purchases from my trip to NYC at the age of 17, and I couldn’t wait to smell like a fragrantly sweet, sour apple. (Ha!) Unfortunately, I’m always positive that perfume was cursed.
It smelled so divine, but every single time I wore it, something unfortunate would go down. Things wouldn’t work out in my favour, I would have a really frustrating day, and my boyfriend and I would often get in squabbles on the days I donned that apple scent. There was one time I was wearing it while out shopping with some friends downtown. While perusing through the racks at a clothing store, I caused an entire shelf of lotions to knock over and spill all over the new merchandise! (I’m also clumsy, but still – I blame it on the perfume. Luckily, I managed to leave the store before someone caught me and forced me into buying a whole bunch of chunky knit sweaters)
Eventually, after too many horrendous disasters and bad days, I decided to put the perfume to rest and avoid it’s evil spell. I think the bottle, a silver apple shape, sits on the bathroom shelf collecting dust. I’m often tempted to pick it up and spritz a small quantity onto my wrist, but in the end, I decide it’s a risk not worth taking.
I believe that wearing certain t-shirts, has the power to make for a better day and that a certain pair of leopard print underwear leads to a day worth smiling about. I swear by certain brands of deodorant and body wash for good luck. If I get to the grocery store and discover that my desired necessity isn’t available in a certain brand, colour, scent, or style- I get goosebumps and waves of anxiety shoot through my every limb. I’m a stickler for routine and consistency. I’ll admit I’m slightly insane, but I cannot help it!
It’s weird the way our brains work and the way our thoughts come together; it’s sometimes so bizarre and mind-boggling, but it’s all also kind of cool and fascinating. These characteristics, whether we consider them flaws or unique quirks, make each of us – who we are.
Can you relate? Do you ever feel like the world is trying to prove something to you?
Feel free to leave a comment and hopefully give me some hope that I’m not the only crazy one!
In the mean time, I’m going to cross my fingers and hope that wearing one of my favourite outfits brings me good luck, and no sightings of a certain familiar sports car…
