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Wednesday, August 15, 2012


Long before 11:11 became a thing, I've loved double numbers on the clock.  I don't quite remember when it started, but I know that back in high school I had a thing where I'd kiss my fingers and touch them to any digital clock displaying double numbers.  I think I was still doing that when Kirk and I met. I wonder when I stopped?

I'm certain that I don't see double numbers more than the average human.  It's certainly just that I notice them more.  But I swear I don't look at the clock that much, and every day I catch a double number.  What's particularly strange is that I swear I see 4:44, 2:22, and 11:11 more than any other double.  I can hardly recall a 5:55 or a 3:33, and 1:11's just aren't as cool as their four-digit counterpart.

I tend to wake up several times throughout the night, generally just long enough to glance at a clock and fall asleep.  I wish I could provide empirical data for the number of times I've woken at exactly 2:22 or 4:44.  I remember once, I woke up at 2:22 every single night for five straight nights.  I'm telling you, it's crazy.

Well, the other night, I woke up at exactly 2:21 and 4:43.  On the same night.  And I honestly freaked out a little.

I'm not superstitious.  At all.  But somehow, seeing those numbers just slightly off, and both in the same night?  Somehow, it had me all convinced that my next day would be absolutely terrible.  

Of course it wasn't, and I feel really silly for apparently having built some weird sense of security around clock times.  

But still, when I glanced over just now and saw the clock at 1:11, just like a good clock would be, I couldn't help but think that all is right in the world.