Oh, time to hate again? Good.
Hate: When the volume of the TV (and other electronic devices) is on the wrong volume number. The right numbers clearly being multiples of 5. I have a thing about numbers, kind of like the time thing. I can't explain it but I have a few number things and this is one of them. It makes me anxious, I reeeally don't like it. In school when we used to watch things in class I learned to not look when the teacher messed with the volume because I knew they wouldn't do it right. I also realize that this may not always be the most practical thing, so I have learned to deal with other numbers, some of them by finding patterns that I like and some just because I decided they're ok. Some of these are 8, because its a cube, 11 because it's my fav number, 12, because of a long complicated thing involving 2, 3, 4 and 6 that I enjoy, 16 because it has a fourth root, and so on. I think my crazy is showing.
Love: Lists. Hence the hate list. I cannot get through my day without making at least one list. Doesn't everyone just feel more accomplished when they can cross things off a list? It's the only way I can self motivate.
Love,
theGrump
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