Green Day famously sang ‘wake me up, when September ends’ and that rings true with this boy’s life.
The month started well, with the private view of the exhibition and I recieved some excellent responses to my submissions. People were fascinated by my stories, whether genuine, fictitious or a bit of both, and offered me their own anecdotes about psychic tendencies and phenomena. It reminded me of being told that I would be successful in my work, and to be careful of how much I tell people.
September was going to be a good month, I believed.
Then, no sooner had I felt on top of the world, that another common theme from the readings raised its rather ugly head. Changes were indeed afoot in work, but whilst it had been suggested that these changes would be for the best, it was soon evident to me and several others that this might not be the case. I even had my first ever argument with a colleague this month, though new guidelines mean that I’m not allowed to discuss work any more.
It’s perhaps for the best as the other mention of my changing profession and working for myself has never seemed so appealing…
Back to the month’s events, though, I did soon receive some good news. A friend (colleague, sorry) came into money.
A mere coincidence, you think, however the circumstances suggest a small element of something more coming into play. You see, said colleague looks exactly like me. The resemblance is uncanny. We look like brothers, you might even say. Especially when you learn that we share the same birthday, admittedly five years apart, and of course work in the same place. But the fact that I had been promised money this month and his wife had had a funny feeling about the bathroom floorboards in their new home, which he then dislodged to discover £1600 in used banknotes, to me suggested hope as to the truth of what I had been told.
There were further funny goings on this month too. Strange twists of fate, unexplained until I sit here typing away: such as the pupil who had exactly the same keyrings as me and is named after another of my lookalikes; my solo trip to a pub who inexplicably played the album that me and my old flatmate had designed the cover for on the day of my surprise party, attended by that same fellow; and then an act of serendipity in which I was asked a question by a friend on behalf of his mate, I had no idea how to help so, when reminded of the request, guessed a random website I didn’t even bother to research and on that very site, he found exactly what he had been looking for all along.
Of course, in September we also had Derren Brown’s questionable attempts at ‘events’, specifically the predicting of the lottery numbers on the 9th… clearly, I will have to investigate his methods much further as they themselves rely on “suggestability… predictability… random decisions” and people’s wishing things to come true based on their will power combined with a ’state of fear’. Fascinating, albeit dubious, stuff.
Nothing in particular happened on the 13th/14th, as I had been distinctly promised exactly a month previous, though a couple of days later there was by happy accident an episode of Friends aired on E4 which featured the half dozen… playing the lottery, and discussing how they could make themselves luckier for the rollover jackpot. During this month, I even bought a couple of lottery tickets, based on my own lucky numbers and a set dreamt of by my best friends, partly maybe attempting to force the coming into money. No luck came my way though. However, many of my horoscopes over the month did have some resonance with what actually happened, but then it was a rather surreal month overall, what with a surprise 30th party based on time travel, so I suppose anything could have happened.
It turned out to be perhaps the greatest birthday I’ve ever enjoyed. Unfortunately though, a couple of other moments soured the positivity, with a sudden death of someone over seventy (as was multiply predicted)and an expectant mother’s unfortunate loss.
Roll on October.
