This is a really, really stupid story - just a warning.
This all begins with a crush. I had no legitimate reason for crushing on this despicable person except that he was a childhood friend, but somehow I did from seventh grade till the middle of freshman year. I discovered his birthday was on the 23rd of a month, and it was then I started noticing the number 23 everywhere! What's really freaky is that my locker combination throughout high school - an entirely arbitrary number given by the manufacturing company and randomly bought by my mother - is the date of his birthday. That was the first strange occurrence I noticed about the number.
Perhaps the number has always been around, I just didn't notice it until I noticed this guy's birth date. All over Cupertino, the larger intersections have a crosswalk period of 23 seconds. For my piano recital, I was the 23rd person to perform. There were so many instances that I started keeping track of all the times I encountered this number, but I eventually gave up because there were just too many! Some other ones include how it took me exactly 23 minutes to shower (I began to time myself), this music folder that I would carry a lot (but it wasn't mine) having the number 23, and other really random things such as always catching the clock at 6:23 pm everyday. I tried keeping track of what the 23rd thing of anything related to the number 23 I saw was, but like I said, I eventually lost count. I don't hate the number so much now, I just find it annoying that it's ubiquitous. Two of my friends' birth dates fall on the 23rd date of a year, too.
Isn't Michael Jordan's jersey number also 23? Not that Michael Jordan has anything to do with me. I'm honestly just oddly worried about my 23rd birthday and my 23rd year of life.
This all begins with a crush. I had no legitimate reason for crushing on this despicable person except that he was a childhood friend, but somehow I did from seventh grade till the middle of freshman year. I discovered his birthday was on the 23rd of a month, and it was then I started noticing the number 23 everywhere! What's really freaky is that my locker combination throughout high school - an entirely arbitrary number given by the manufacturing company and randomly bought by my mother - is the date of his birthday. That was the first strange occurrence I noticed about the number.
Perhaps the number has always been around, I just didn't notice it until I noticed this guy's birth date. All over Cupertino, the larger intersections have a crosswalk period of 23 seconds. For my piano recital, I was the 23rd person to perform. There were so many instances that I started keeping track of all the times I encountered this number, but I eventually gave up because there were just too many! Some other ones include how it took me exactly 23 minutes to shower (I began to time myself), this music folder that I would carry a lot (but it wasn't mine) having the number 23, and other really random things such as always catching the clock at 6:23 pm everyday. I tried keeping track of what the 23rd thing of anything related to the number 23 I saw was, but like I said, I eventually lost count. I don't hate the number so much now, I just find it annoying that it's ubiquitous. Two of my friends' birth dates fall on the 23rd date of a year, too.
Isn't Michael Jordan's jersey number also 23? Not that Michael Jordan has anything to do with me. I'm honestly just oddly worried about my 23rd birthday and my 23rd year of life.
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