Wednesday, March 9, 2011

account this

I like numbers. I like to count them. In an annoying OCD fashion, sometimes. Especially when I am walking down stairs or on the subway platform. I'm not crazy OCD. If I miss a number I don't have to go back to the top of the stairs and start all over or anything.

When I was young, around 8 or 9 years old and my sister had an orchestra concert, I would multiply numbers on the program. I would pick a number and multiply it against itself and then multiple the answer by itself. Until I filled the entire program.

Now that I am at a crossroad of sorts in my life, I have started to think outside the box. Why did it take me so long to start thinking about the future? I have no idea. I just never cared before, I guess. My newest whimsy-if my dream of a rich benefactor coming into my life, handing me $30,000 and saying "go get 'em kid," doesn't come true-is to go back to school. For accounting.

That takes years, you say? Damnit. Why didn't I care earlier? Why?

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