I hate odd numbers. Stupid, I know. I mean, it’s not like they’re slimy and slithery like snakes, which I hate, or those creepy crawlers with millions of matching legs that scurry across the floor like they’re headed to some great party behind the baseboard.
But there’s just something about an odd number that I don’t like.
So if I’m on the treadmill and I’m about dead, struggling to take another breath, needing water like a bubble eye goldfish who’s been out of his tank too long and I look down and see that I’m on lap 13 – TOO BAD!
I can’t stop.
Gotta go to 14.
Or when I buy bananas at the grocery store I buy a bunch with a even number. Now I know what you’re thinking (besides this chick is crazy), when I eat a banana the number will then be odd. But for some reason that doesn’t bother me (Thank, God). We all have quirky things like this. What is your’s?
First off, I would like to point out that the date of your post was on the 13th.
ReplyDeleteSecond, this leads to my own confession: I get out of bed only on five-minute increments. If the clock says 6:14, I wait until it says 6:15.
I'm not like this at any other time of the day. I can go to bed at 9:28 and the planets will still rotate. The universe hangs in balance every morning, waiting for my slip.