Comment below with your strange deja vu stories! Select responses will be published in the next issue of Waif. REMINDER: Always put your Waif foot forward.
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Comment below with your strange deja vu stories! Select responses will be published in the next issue of Waif. REMINDER: Always put your Waif foot forward.
I went to an acting workshop in 2012 where I met a girl and her mother. The first few hours I stared at her because she seemed so familiar to me, like I know this person, not someone who looks like her. But I couldn't figure out why and finally I told her. We completely freaked out because she has had the exact same feeling about me the whole time. We talked through our lives with her mom but could never figure out why we both felt this way. Apparently we could never have met because she was from a different state than I. The only connection was that she lived close to my grandparents, who I never have met…
One major glitch is when I was when I was going through a midlife (my friends tell me it’s a quarter life) crisis and I was writing a bit more causally as I was questioning life. then I went to a king princess concert where drunk-me experienced a MAJOR glitch where I malfunctioned in the simulation and indirectly met some of the people (?) I reached out to (Vaguely) ab my writing who encouraged me to write more which is odd bc I’d otherwise not do it at all. And I now need closure that it was “real life” rather than a glitch in which I glitched. Or maybe it was manifestation that manifested while I was drunk? Either way…
Google says Bob Dylan died decades ago. But in reality, he's still living strong and even had a netflix documentary featuring him. Yet, google hasn't updated its pages and it still leaves me confused everytime.
For a long time, I would get deja vu set off by the smallest things. I’d have to either puke or I’d pass out before it’d stop.
After the onset, I’d be able to know what would happen next until it was over. The amount of panic and nausea it came with was so intense, and the experience would always exhaust me.
The worst time it happened was at my ex’s house. I swore I had already met her family and experienced the function before- I ran out the door and fainted before puking behind their grandma’s truck. I was 14. ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
i remember moving when i was 12. we were in singapore. i remember staring into my room in the apartment, something about it oddly familiar. obviously it was just a case of good ol deja vu, but as i got older and bought new things, ( books and toys and stuff) i kept getting the feeling that I've seen/held them before. but i didn't, obviously.
till now, i still have those books and toys. for some reason , i dont have deja vu about the toys or my home. sure ill occasionally have DV about random things like a bicycle or a park, but nothing about this house anymore. hm.
anyway, stay waif. bye!
singapore^