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The first story is posted by ForTheWeirdStuff, one year ago.
The title is, Where Is My Kid?
I have four kids.
I know I have four kids.
But recently, I just feel like there should be another one.
But it's missing.
When we go out, I head count- What the fuck?!
Oh Oh
What the fuck?
Oh.
Oh!
Wow.
When we go out I headcount and get flustered because I can't find the extra one.
I have to consciously remind myself there are only four but my heart just doesn't believe it.
Well, I just put it down as one of those weird feelings and push it aside.
Then my parents sent money to my kids.
They sent $500.
I called them and asked them why they put in so much.
They were confused and said that they told me they were sending $100 per kid.
I reminded them that I only have four kids.
They were silent for a moment and then just kind of laughed and said they must be getting old because they were thinking there were five.
Then tonight my daughter walked into the lounge room.
She looked around and said, I know we're all here but our family feels small.
My son agreed.
I hadn't said anything to anyone about my feelings lately because they already think I'm ancient and forgetful at 40.
Thanks for reading if you've made it this far.
Does anyone else ever have these feelings?
God.
You know, I mean, I love Catholics, but it's true that if you just, with enough kids, it's, yeah, give or take one that's just, like, doesn't really make that much of a difference, I guess.
Now, in the comments section, the majority of users agree that OP must have had a fifth child who glitched out at some point, and his memory was reset to ensure he didn't panic at the loss of a child.
All except for one user who lamented that he could not upvote the post, as he didn't want to disturb the fact that it was at 420 upvotes.
As of this writing, that number has long since been passed.
Oh man, this is truly so good.
The idea that a fifth child could just like windows blue screen of death.
There are amazing stories.
There's some like kind of more intense, I can't remember exactly what I included, but one common theme that's really interesting is that there are a lot of stories about people experience death, essentially remember like getting killed, but then they kind of like glitch into like a new reality where they survived somehow.
And then continue their life with the full knowledge that, like, they had this other life, died, and then they kind of, like, glitched into this, like, next reality.
Like a Matrix-y explanation of, like, reincarnation.
Or almost like the Star Trek, like, teleporter premise where, like, one version of you dies and then, like, you kind of, like, continue your consciousness in, like, this alternate version.
It's very weird and interesting and, like, kind of, like, gave me anxiety while I was reading it.
And I didn't try, I didn't really want to include anything.
That was like too trigger-y, so... Well, it's like a save point, right?
It's like, uh, lots of my favorite games.
Yeah.
It's like, you get to a point, like, right behind a difficult, uh, you know, challenging, uh, puzzle, or a boss battle, whatever, and you save, and then you go, and you do it, and then you die, and you go back to your save point, you try it again.
Yeah, you save Scum, and then don't have that fifth child.
Yeah.
Right, exactly.
It was all a mistake.
There was a save point... I wanna go back to a previous...
Well, yeah, what they were remembering was just a different file that they didn't load.
Damn.
Yeah.
This is a comment by Danimal147.
His title is, completely understood a foreign language for a second.
The post says, About a year ago, I was at work helping two customers fill
out some paperwork.
They were both Chinese, but one spoke zero English, and the other was translating for
him.
I sat the paper in front of them and looked down to grab a pen.
As I was looking down, I heard one of them clear as day, Where do I sign my name?
So I looked up with a pen and said, You sign your name right here, sir.
The translator looked shocked and said, You speak Mandarin?
I had no idea what to say.
I was just as confused and shocked as he was.
I made up an excuse and said, I assumed that's what he said.
To hide how mind blown I was, but no, I completely heard and understood him.
I don't think he believed me either because he was giving me that look still.
It still freaks me out to this day.
This is more of like an example of group consciousness than like a simulation.
I don't know that this points to a simulation.
Yeah, it sounds like this is like he got he sort of got the vibe of what he was saying, even if he didn't understand the words like he was.
This is, you know, people communicate more than just their words, you know, intonation, body language, they just.
They received that message and interpreted it as actually understanding Mandarin.
With a top comment with almost a thousand upvotes.
Travis, will you read that for us as well?
The top comment is, I heard a story where someone was in a coma for a few months and came out speaking fluent German with no prior knowledge of the German language.
His ancestors were German, however.
That man was Hitler and he was in a hospital due to mustard gas.
I feel like I want to say that this has happened to me before.
I can't recall a specific moment, but while I was reading it, I had this weird sense of deja vu, and the whole story felt familiar and personal to me.
Maybe researching the ideas of a simulation construct actually helps you to begin to decode it.
Sort of like Neo and the Matrix.
Wait a minute.
Hold on.
No, no, no.
Wait a tick.
No, no, no.
Hold on.
No, I gotta keep my brain together for the rest of the episode.
That's right.
Do it for the paying listeners, sir.
All right.
I can do it.
Get your fucking act together.
I can do it.
This is recently from 12 days ago, and the title is, I didn't exist for an entire afternoon when I was 16.
Same, same, same, same, same.
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