Depends how you look at things.
Or, the 911 Story.
For my whole life, My mind gets stuck on things I notice around me. The sound of metal chairs make after you get up from them, and how 50 of them sound at the end of church when we got the command to “all rise” at the end of church. Why two or more blinker lights go in and out of phase going from blinking together to opposite and back again. Or numbers, the same numbers I see everywhere. My brain just does it all on it’s own. Recently it’s been the numbers “911“. Every time I look at the clock it’s 911. A couple of times twice in one day. Every time I see it I’m reminded of that terrible day in September and I get paranoid that God is sending me a desperate message of impending disaster. It got to the point I started to swear at my clocks or computer, or just ignore them altogether and be late everywhere. Last weekend Pam and I drove south to visit the folks at the Moser house. We try to see them every month or so. I don’t know how it came up, but Sue (Moser) asked me what my favorite car was. Motersports is a good topic if you want to chit-chat about things with me. Anyway, without a second thought I stated, 1967 Porsche 911 Carrara in McLaren butterscotch orange. I have wanted this car since 4th grade. All my life I thought if I worked hard I could eventually buy one. Well, time marched on and although I did work hard I never got close to affording one of these fantastic machines. It’s no big deal, but I get a little sad thinking about going through my whole life without driving one. Im not sure what I was thinking about, I guess I was daydreaming again when I had the revelation of what those numbers that were calling out to me, were about. Not 911 the date, but 911 the Porsche! FRACK! I had been looking at this numbers thing as a curse instead of a wonderful daydream about racing/driving a 911. So I’m good now, 911 can come up on my clocks as many times as it wants to, I’M FREE! Now back to other OCD stuff ;8-)