Not sure if this is the right place for this.

Ever since I learned multiplication in fourth grade I've had these obsessive thoughts about numbers. It makes absolutely no sense the few times I've tried to explain it to somebody else, but it makes perfect sense in my head. All I can say is that it has almost a religious aspect to it: 9 is like the Father and the Son, and 0 is like the Holy Ghost. 8 is like Satan and 1 is like one of his minions on earth. If I see a phone number where the digits add up to 8, it makes me anxious. Bizarre, right?

It's kind of like that Bugs Bunny cartoon where Bugs finds that frog that sings all these Tin Pan Alley tunes, but when he tries to get the frog to sing in public, the frog just sits there. I really start thinking hard about numbers when I'm under stress. Even now, trying to explain it here online, I'm afraid the numbers might go away and leave me for good if I expose them to the light of day, but it drives me crazy the amount of time I spend thinking about something that makes no sense and seems to have no practical application. But if they make no sense to anyone else, maybe it means they're just here to protect ME, and me alone. I guess I could be okay with that.

Man, it's late. Thanks for reading.