A while ago, I was visiting one of my favorite blogs, and there was a survey concerning whether or not people lie about their age, and if so, why.
I do lie about my age.
But not to make myself seem older.
And not really to make myself seem younger (but that is the way I tend to do it.)
No, I lie about my age because I hate prime numbers. (So, on the survey, I had to check the "other" box.)
I'll let you digest that for a second. Yes, I really said that I lie about my age because I hate prime numbers.
Prime numbers are, in my mind, evil. They don't have any friends. They are only divisible by one (that slut) and themselves. This makes them unlikable and anti-social. And the higher the prime number, the more likely they are to be sociopath psycho-killers.
I've felt this way about prime numbers ever since elementary school.
And I'm not crazy. I'm not the only one who has given numbers identities. Have you ever read the book Born on a Blue Day by Daniel Tammet? No, the fact that each number is a character in my mind is actually a sign of my genius.
So, I certainly wasn't going to walk around for a whole year identifying myself with 29. I mean, 29, have you met 29? 28 is much friendlier. Bubbly and outgoing, even. 29 is a classic shut-in recluse. 28 is prettier than 29, too.
Therefore, I have now been 28 for almost two years. But, come next month, I'll be turning 30. I'll probably be 30 for a while, because 31 is bitchy hag compared to 29.
1 comment:
Ok, so my dad would totally love you! And having been around him for 32 years (and really, are numbers that are only divisible by themselves, 1 and 2 much better? How many friends does one have to have in order to be admitted into society?), I can appreciate all the numeric pnumonic devices....and I so can't spell...please forgive me). I don't know that my dad has characters for numbers, but he is allll about their relationships!!!
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