11:11
Everyday at approximately 11:11, I look at my clock. Ive noticed I've been doing this alot lately not even realizing what time it is?
Is there a meaning to this? It seems when I am thinking of a particular person, I always see triple digits. Yesterday when I looked at my phone it was 11:11 and he had texted me at 11:11. Is this a coincedence?????
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Insert Twilight Zone theme here. . .
Way back when my Arithmomania was out of control, I saw deep mysticism in ALL numbers. The preacher's *true* message was in the number of syllables he spoke and the number of parishioners who fell asleep during the sermon. Trust me, I was counting. Every so often numbers still haunt me and I ply oughtistic significance compulsively, but. . . Insert therapy exercise here.
But before I begin my therapy exercises, a repeat of the number one tells me I gotta do *this* one on my own.
Breathing now. . .
Alfie,
You make me laugh at myself. I am OCD so maybe it's just a compulsive behavior. But today, he texted me again. He won't give up and I ask myself why??? I asked him why??? Still don't have a straight answer.....(shrugs and exhales and slumps in chair).
His sounds like compulsive behavior, too. He might not know any more than I know for sure why I *need* to count things and look for deep hidden meaning in numbers. On my better days, I don't bother to try to make sense of the insensible, especially when it is somebody else's psycho baggage. My own psycho baggage is confusing enough, thank you.
We take our first steps toward maturity when we have our first good belly laugh - - at ourselves. ~Ethyl Barrymore
The preacher used 5,678 syllables in her sermon and 32 people fell asleep last week. Wanna hear the math on how that explains why I'm crazier than usual this week?