| The number 11 is connected to TheDesire, in my life anyway. A few years back she mentioned how she was going to celebrate the date 11/11/11 with her brother. He killed himself, but she was still going to celebrate it in her own way. I wanted to get in on that celebration, because I had a crush on her. Alas, it didn’t happen. Though I’m still fighting the good fight, since I don’t know better than to give up. Anyway, my point in all this is that I see the number eleven a lot. Of course it’s a coincidence, but it’s also because I’m hyper sensitive to the number. However, since she went on some trip to Hawaii to be at some silent retreat I’ve been seeing A LOT of the number eleven. Cases in point. Exhibit A, the parking spot that I parked in when I went to Santa Barbara on August 30th.  Exhibit B, the order number that I was given when I went to My Taco in Highland park with my Aunt and my Godmother.  Exhibit C, the amount I paid for my dinner after working this past Sunday at work. $11.11.  TheDesire comes back to work tomorrow, but I won’t be there. I’ll be back at work on Thursday, but I’ll be on my route. Thursdays used to be the best day of the work week, because I was able to see TheDesire. Now, I don’t know. I may still see her, but it won’t be a guarantee. Why is it too much to ask this fucking world to have her give me a chance? Fucking shit! End Communication. |
