elevenophile

I have a dilemma on my hands. I mean, I know it's not a big deal but it's something I've been thinking about for the last two days that's really weighing on my mind.

Okay. So you know how people have lucky numbers? And like, people wish on their lucky numbers and they gamble on their lucky numbers and those lucky numbers sometimes are party lucky because they, like, "follow' people around?

Well my lucky number is 11.

I just like 11! I like to fill my gas tank so that I spend money in totals ending in 11 or some multiplication of 11 (like 22 or 33 or 99). The number of times I've TOTALLY UNINTENTIONALLY looked at the clock at 11:11 over the years is really quite startling. And then I make wishes on 11:11 all the time.

Also the word eleven is the most fun number to say. It's the most unique. It's the only "basic" number (that is to say, not followed by -teen or preceded by thirty- or ninty-) that has three syllables. It's the first number to fall in love with itself and demand to be counted twice at the same time.

I just really like 11, okay? It's a thing. No big deal.

Except that on Friday it kind of became a big deal because everyone all over the world was like "OMG IT'S 11:11 on 11/11/11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

TWICE.

ON THE SAME DAY.

And aside from everyone simply feeling the need to update Facebook and Twitter and whatever about the fact (since no one in the world possibly even knew that, especially not elevenophiles...) I just been a little worried about the idea that for one day-- one singular day in a whole entire century!-- that 11 was everyone's favorite number, and everyone was wishing (TWICE!!!!!!!) on 11 and somehow all of those wishes would negate themselves.

Or worse, my little wishes (because duh, I wished twice, are you kidding?) would somehow get lost in the vast universe of lucky number wishes.

WHAT IF THE UNIVERSE DIDN'T HEAR MY WISHES THROUGH ALL OF THE DUEL SHALLOW WISHING?!!!

I mean, I get that I should be celebrating Eleven Awareness or something, and I don't mean to say that all the other wishes are shallow, I'm sorry for saying that, but I could really use the power of the Universe behind me right now is all I'm saying, okay?

I guess I can wish at 12:12 on 12/12/12 next year, and then I'll HOLLA at my Chwelve friends from the good ol' days at Timpview High, and pass my worries to the Twelveophiles who will tooooootally get it next year.



Also, does my admitting that my favorite number is 11 negate it in some superstitious way, like telling people what your birthday cake wishes are or whatever?

OH GREAT.