...Anyone else notice little things..."changing" sometimes. I'm not really sure how to describe it. I started noticing it more a few weeks ago when I noticed there was a perfectly round, circular hole in the screen over my bedroom window. There weren't any rip marks or burn marks or anything; it was just a perfectly round section that simply wasn't there anymore. At first I was thinking maybe some kind of bug or small animal had chewed through it, but I'd of thought there'd be some kinda of signs from teeth and claws, and didn't think that they'd chew it into a perfect circle.
But yeah...after that, I noticed weird things starting to happen. Usually something being misplaced, but there's been some other things too.
I'll step out for a sec to go roll cigarettes or grab a bite to eat, and upon coming back I'll realize that some little object has been moved from where I originally left it, sometimes not that much, other times it was really obvious. I have OCD too, so I knew upfront that I wasn't simply mistaken where I put something; I'm super meticulous about things being even, counting things, keeping the floor clean, and making sure things are aligned correctly. I simply wouldn't take my light off the night stand and put it in the middle of my bedroom floor for example; that was one of the more extreme incidents I can recall.
And...then there's the next thing; things "changing". Like my pencil's eraser being full one second and the next second and half empty, and I didn't even go anywhere and I know I hadn't used it. Or ISBN numbers somehow changing in books (I'm OCD about reading too; I read books front to back cover to cover completely, including the copyright information and the ISBN numbers). The most extreme "change" I experienced was coming up and finding my walkman was silver instead of black.
Last but definitely not least, there's been a couple incidents where I noticed certain objects have...duplicated/replicated themselves. The incident of this that stands out the most for me was when I was getting a bowl of cereal. I went to the pantry, got the cereal, went over to the cupboard with the dishes, poured it as usual, put the cereal back in the pantry, (I retraced my steps over and over trying to figure it out), stepped over to the fridge, looked for some milk, saw one jug of milk, grabbed the milk, and I would have closed the door but the light in the fridge went out, so I set the milk on the counter and went to see if maybe the bulb was loose; wasn't turning but I jiggled it a little and it turned back on. Closed the fridge, grabbed the milk off the counter, went to the bowl of cereal, I poured the milk, having not set it down after I last picked it up, went to back to the fridge put the milk away, closed the fridge and then walked back to the countertop with my bowl of cereal on it....and next to the bowl of cereal there was now a jug of milk.
I stopped in my tracks trying to figure it out, got freaked out for a sec that I suddenly wasn't alone in the house as I'd thought, so I did a full sweep and didn't find anything. I grabbed the new jug of milk off the counter and put it in the fridge, taking careful note that the last jug of milk I had just put in the fridge was still there. It was. So yeah...I had my cereal and it tasted fine but I was weirded out the rest of the day.
Two possibilities come to mind...both are pretty slim to my rational brain.
Possibility 1: Time Travel. Somethinhg happened somewhere or sometime, and it some how messed up the space/time continuum and we should all be very worried.
Possibility 2: There's faeries in my house and they're toying with me, which would be my first encounter I'm proud to say (a lot of weird stuff has happened to me, so when someone talks about something even weirder I always kinda give myself a little pat on the back and feel more "normal" lol. But yeah, I don't know much of anything about faeries at all, not sure if they're real or just a made up thing or if they're aliens or what, but when that perfectly round hole popped up in my window screen I arrived at the inescapable conclusion that something had
gone out my window...or that something had
come in.
And then of course there's the third possibility haha.
Possibility 3: The years of trauma and abuse have finally caught up with me; I'm showing my very first signs of Schizophrenia and I should consider going to the Hospital immediately.
So yeah.....Not sure what to think or do about this or if I should just try to ignore it and hope it goes away.