I remember the first time I found a batch of 4-leaf Clovers. I had a job at a car wash in Duluth and I was on my way to work one sunny morning. I had recently been trying to convince my friends I wasn’t lying about my new psychic talent. The mind-readings didn’t work on everyone, and some it worked on wanted better physical proof. I was trudging along London Rd, trying to think of some clever way I could use my odd talents to do something that couldn’t possibly be a disguised mind-trick. My head was hanging low, and I saw nothing but pain in my future, until my eyes crossed over a patch of clovers… and they were everywhere. 4-leafers everywhere I looked, like I already knew where they were. I picked 32 before I got back on my way. I brought them back to my apartment that evening, excited that I had proof something real was going on, and showed my roommates Jake and Danielle. Their cat ate them before I could show anyone else, and people thought it was a fluke regardless, claiming I’ll never be able to do it again, so I did, again, and again, and again. I kept going, and the last year I counted was when I found 805 clovers in summer of 2016. So, 4-Leaf Clovers granted me access back into my own life. I still lost about half of my close friends before I got to that point, but I saw a more human future, and invented the fictional superhero character Cloverman. I would use this character, who is actually myself, to better analyze my perspective on certain topics. It’s also way easier walking around attributing the impossible stuff to a fictional character, it’s a good way to simulate a break in the pressure I guess, but at the end of the day I’m just me and my history is what it is. Don’t risk a split personality just to maintain ignorance on easily blocked out topics, you might not be able to fix what you might unknowingly suppress. I say that because I feel like I got lucky and things could have easily gone worse.
The Vocanic Weird 