I recently wrote a post about how I see the number 33 all the time.  It haunts/ finds me, and apparently does the same thing to other people too:  33’s Unite!

So I wrote the post about it, and looked at the 33 website and felt special and part of something bigger… blah blah.  That’s what happens when you’re unemployed okay?!?  You get excited at any hint of being important or special- because when you don’t have a job you feel like you don’t have a purpose.  So stop bitching about having to go to your stressful grown-up job and be happy you have a reason to change out of your sweatpants every morning!

Anyway… back to the number 33.  I wrote the post, felt special… and then it was gone.  A few days went by and I realized I had not seen my buddy 3 to the 3!!  I was hurt, frightened, and angry.  I was pissed off because I really felt like I got ditched, and was thinking that maybe I made it go away with all my talking about it and telling people that it follows me.  Kind of like how you aren’t supposed to tell people what you wished for on your birthday?

But for the past few days me and my number have reconciled, it’s back, and in full force.  I seriously see it all the time!  And no, I don’t just look for it every afternoon around 3, I don’t walk down third avenue every day, and I don’t say it’s my lucky number or anything.  It just appears to me, I swear.