thirty minutes till thirty-three
When I turned 31, Mog said "Thirty one is your year for dirty fun." I think she was 27 at the time. I guess she got "plenty heaven" or something that year. Anyway, I guess thirty-two was for "dirty-shoes" and now thirty-three? I guess maybe "dirty free." Which doesn't really sound great.
To be honest, though, I have a thing for numbers and three is probably my favorite number, despite the fact that I usually say it's seven. Seven is great, but in my deepest heart, I think I love three the best. (Sorry seven, I still love you.) Loving three means that I love all the years that start with three -- I actually love them all the same and I look forward to living each one. Thirty-one was good, thirty-two was good, thirty-three should be pretty cool.
Four is the only number I don't think I like. It's a completely even number. Cut it in half and it's still even. You can't even multiply anything good to get it. So, unsurprisingly, thirty-four is the only one of the thirties I'm not excited about. And jesus! When I turn forty I'll really be sad. I'll be in a whole ten year stretch of fours! And after that... well... I guess fives are cool. I guess I won't really be (numerologically) happy until I'm in my seventies. Strangely, I also quite like eight, so maybe the eighties will be good too.
Do you think I'm crazy? Yeah. Me too.
To be honest, though, I have a thing for numbers and three is probably my favorite number, despite the fact that I usually say it's seven. Seven is great, but in my deepest heart, I think I love three the best. (Sorry seven, I still love you.) Loving three means that I love all the years that start with three -- I actually love them all the same and I look forward to living each one. Thirty-one was good, thirty-two was good, thirty-three should be pretty cool.
Four is the only number I don't think I like. It's a completely even number. Cut it in half and it's still even. You can't even multiply anything good to get it. So, unsurprisingly, thirty-four is the only one of the thirties I'm not excited about. And jesus! When I turn forty I'll really be sad. I'll be in a whole ten year stretch of fours! And after that... well... I guess fives are cool. I guess I won't really be (numerologically) happy until I'm in my seventies. Strangely, I also quite like eight, so maybe the eighties will be good too.
Do you think I'm crazy? Yeah. Me too.
posted by reasonably prudent poet at 11:25 PM
3 Comments:
Happy Birthday RPP!
I also have odd relationships with numbers -- not sure what it means. But your thoughts on numbers seem perfectly fine to me. I turn 33 on December and all I can think is that is Jesus' age when he died. Not that I am religious, but it has always stuck in my head. So, here's to not getting crucified in the coming year! Yeah, yeah, I'm a blasphemer. 33 is for blasphemy!
don't be so afraid of 34. add the digits and you get 7, your other favorite number. it's nothing to dread.
Oh my god, I'm so behind. Happy very belated birthday!!
I feel the same away about the same numbers. It's creeping me out. Do you also think 6 is snooty and 9 has an inferiority complex? Or is that just me?
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