I firmly believe in telepathy. I believe that if someone’s name pops into my head that I must do something for that person – be it say a prayer, send them a text message, phone them or, if they’re close enough, go and see them. For the most part, these feelings I have are seldom wrong, but it hardly ever happens that I am the person whose name pops into someone else’s thought – yet, it happened twice yesterday…
The first time was a text from Larry, a friend very close to my heart, who is resident in Port Elizabeth. I haven’t heard from him in quite some time, so it was a pleasant surprise to get a text message from him – all it read was, “Hey Babes, just wanted to hear how things are going your side, I’m thinking of you a lot today.” Now, I hit a bit of a downer yesterday, so the message came through at the exact moment I needed an outlet other than Rachel who I am on Skype with every day. I simply replied back, “Sorting through some issues, but for the most part I’m ok. Going on leave on Monday so it will help to clear my head a bit.”
I received another text message, this time from a number not saved in my phone book. It read:
“Celebrate the flaws in your personality because without those flaws you wouldn’t have a personality and be the unique person you are.”
Curious as to who the sender may be, I replied, “Thanks, but who are you?”
Their Reply: “Sorry, wrong number.”
My Reply: “No problem. That message was quite fitting for me today, so thanks again.”
Late’ish last night I received yet another message from the unknown number.
“So, if it’s not a rude question. Who are you? Glad that my ill sent quote was of use to somebody today.”
My Reply: “It’s not a rude question, but I asked first.”
Their Reply: “Fair comment. My name is Jake. I’m from Jhb. I typed a number wrong and stumbled onto you.”
My Reply: “Hi Jake, I’m xxxxx. I live in the Garden Route. I needed a bit of cheer today so your message was appreciated, even if it was an accident. Enjoy your evening.”
Jake’s Reply: “Nice to meet you xxxxx. Nice part of the world to live in. Glad I could be of help. You have a good evening now and smile.”
Which I duly did…I can’t help wondering if I will hear from Jake again. Part of me is intrigued by this telepathic stranger, and part of me is terrified…I have promised myself though that I will not make contact with him, in case he does turn out to be a few clowns short of a circus.
Just a moment ago, I plucked up the courage to text Mark. We spoke to each other on Saturday evening for the first time since he decided to ignore me. I took him on in front of his dad who happened to be there too. He denied that he had been ignoring me, and I decided to leave it be. We had two dances and at the end of the evening I went to say goodbye to him (sometimes I think I’m way too well brought up for my own good), and he told me to text him sometime. I told him he had my number…
But, as Fate would have it, his name has kept popping into my head today and the more I ignored it, the more it plagued me until I eventually grabbed my cell phone and sent him a message.
“Hi. I promised myself I wasn’t going to contact you so quickly, but your name has been popping into my head the whole day, so I thought I better do the right thing and find out if you’re okay.”
I wasn’t expecting a reply in light of his past behaviour, but I did. Moments after I sent it…I was almost speechless.
“Yes. I’m ok, but sorting out a lot of crap. Hope things are well your side.”
I have decided that I’m not going to reply straight away. I will later. After all, his name isn’t popping into my head anymore.