Yesterday, everything was normal...
Quick summary of the turn(s) my life has taken thus far.
Firstly, I recieved an e-mail from my dad today who lives in New Zealand saying that after a year or so of knowing his girlfriend, that he'd finally popped the question and had asked her to marry him. At first, I was immensely pleased because I've met her and she was the nicest person ever to me and my siblings. Also, my dad's been really adrift since he divorced my mum, so it should be a lovely thing for him to finally settle down again.
Then came the clincher: The ceremony was planned for mid-April this year and he'd invited me and my brothers along, saying it would be "great support and terrific fun" if we were there to celebrate with him. Now, I don't know if he's had a bump on the head or what have you but I've been unemployed for months now, and have very little money of my own. My brother, who pays all the bills, is very busy at work and has to work overtime the majority of the week. If he wants to arrange a day-off, he has to let his superiors know months in advance.
All in all, we simply can't afford the plane journey to half-way across the world. I want to be there more than anything. I'd ask him to push the date of the wedding back but that would be a bit selfish of us.
Secondly, I got another unexpected e-mail from my brother. Now, to set the scene here, he's been training at the Royal Air Force since November and, as far as we knew, he was absolutely loving it.
The e-mail told me that he'd quit and he was coming home.
Wait, why? This wasn't like him at all. He never gave up on anything, especially three years of trying to get into the RAF in the first place. He was an optimist, through and through.
When he got home he was the same person, laughter and smiles and happiness and I was sat there gormless wondering what had just happened here. He explained that a few nights ago he'd woken up in the middle of the night and had been in a state of panic - he called it a 'fever' state and that he "didn't feel like himself". At that moment, he'd been hysterical, saying that he just had to get out of there. To make it clear, he doesn't believe in ghosts or spirits at all, but he did say that on that night it felt like "he was being possessed by someone, someone who hated everything".
He's happy now though, and he's already got back to work looking for recruitment in the Royal Navy.
All of this happened in under 24 hours.
Isn't life strange?