Saturday, January 5, 2013

Eleven Eleven

Eleven eleven. A.M. and P.M. I find myself looking at some clock, somewhere, at least half a dozen times a week at 11:11. I'm not really one of those folks who find hidden meaning in everything. I'm aware that our minds seek out patterns but, if anything, I've tried to ignore this thing to death.

Don't try to reason with me. I'm not a reasonable man. Maybe I'm just getting hungry just before lunch. That's what you're thinking, I know. The fact is I'm always hungry. If I'm at home I try to get to bed before 11:00. Doesn't change a thing. Frequently I'll wake up suddenly and sit up to glance at the clock on the cable box.

Sometimes I try to remember whether or not this happened before most of the clocks around me were digital. Maybe I just never noticed. If anyone out there can explain this to me I will be very grateful.


  1. Ha ha ha ha... I do that all the time. I don't have an answer for you. I'm just tickled to death that there's another nut out there that does the same thing I do. What's even worse is when I look at the clock and it's 11:10. I'll keep glancing back towards the clock waiting for that magic number 11:11.

  2. This makes me feel better than an answer.

    1. Like Red Green says. Just remember, I'm pullin' for ya. Were all in this together.