Just to put it out there, I am perfectly fine with being ridiculed for this but I don’t care. Also, wouldn’t it be nice to try and take a sledgehammer to the downtrodden mood of Fiverr/the forum/the economy/the world in general at the moment?
Anyway, to cut straight to the point, I am sure (since it is a bit of an Internet phenomenon) that a lot of people will already be familiar with the Mandela Effect. If not, a brief summary is that a lot of people around the world seem to have memories of an alternate Earth timeline than that in the history books.
Some people remember the wicked witch in Snow White saying “Mirror Mirror on the wall,” in a famous scene from the 1930’s movie. The problem is, the real line is “Magic mirror on the wall.” That said, if you need more info, Google it. I don’t want to talk about what it is, I want to ask if anyone here considers themselves affected.
Now, I heard about the Mandela Effect in 2015 but didn’t give it much thought. Recently, however, it has started to really bug me. This because at present, there are a couple of huge discrepancies in my memory of recent events which I simply can’t explain.
To demonstrate, months ago now, I was chatting with another Fiverr user about potential places to live in Europe and this user mentioned a place called the Azores islands in Portugal. Never having heard of these previously, I did a Google search and I was impressed.
The Azores are beautiful. There was just one problem. In the brief research which I undertook at the time, it turned out that the Azores were way out of my price league. They were a tax haven, superyacht mooring sanctuary, and the main port city of San Miguel was a gleaming modern metropolis with a big fat casino to boot. This being the case, I decided that I must be a pauper compared to the Fiverr user I was chatting with, and put the Azores on my ‘to do with the Bitcoin money at 50’ bucket list.
And then something mad happened.
A few weeks later I was hired to write about the Azores. When I went to, however, I found that the islands were completely different from a socioeconomic point of view, from those which I had initially researched. This is because the Azores (in this reality) are pretty much a far-flung (yet still very beautiful) group of islands, which get by on farming and where average wages top just $700 a month.- No super yachts, no casinos. Just cows and pretty Spanish colonial buildings.
Now clearly, I may have simply Googled the wrong islands the first time around. I’m 100% sure I didn’t, but I will accept this as a logical alternative to their being a hiccup in my personal space-time continuum.
But then things got even madder.
After a day in the city just after new year, I retired to my local bar with my friend Manuel. Unlike most days, though, the place was packed with people and everyone there was glued to the 90’s portable TV above the bar, fixated on the news.
Air Malta, my adopted countries national airline had gone bankrupt and the government had decided not to bail it out. As a result, hundreds of people were losing their jobs and travel chaos was about to ensue. It was if you like, BIG NEWS and the topic of conversation among everyone, local, expat, and tourist alike.
Of course, the news wasn’t going to have any adverse effect on me. In this case, I just went home and forgot about it. The next day, however, I was then put into a mental tailspin by my friend Lilian announcing that she had won free tickets to fly to Sicily with Air Malta and did I want to go with her?
Confused, I asked how she could win free tickets if the airline had just gone bankrupt and then came the huge insane reveal. Air Malta was not bankrupt and apparently, I am the only person who lived through the event of it doing so.
Crazy? Very. The last one, though, really takes the pee.
Here on Malta, almost every town and village has a feast day. On these days, decorations go up, nonstop drinking and partying gets underway, and the night is peppered by fireworks, This is why (with having a small dog) I was always thankful that the town where I lived (for 4 years until last year) didn’t have a feast day.
Ours was busy in the summer and we did participate in national celebrations, but we did not have anything like our own local celebration. But then what happens at the start of this month? Everyone starts inviting me to the feast of St Paul in my old Maltese hometown. What is more, this feast just does not make sense.
St Paul was shipwrecked in a place called St Pauls bay on the Maltese mainland. I’ve been there. What is more, I’ve been there during their feast of St Paul and my old backwater isn’t even linked historically to any saint in any way whatsoever. - That is until now where they apparently have always had a feast day and flamboyant procession which starts at the church next to where I used to live. - I mean, I would have noticed this. Really, I would.
Needless to say, these very big discrepancies in my reality have started to bug me and as a result, I have now become one of the ‘Mandela Effect Affected.’ The only question is, am I alone here in this regard? Or are there any other refugees from another reality kicking about?