You Can Count on This
Hmmmm, that’s 42, 43, …
Ready, Set, Bite!
Maybe it’s the Math Teacher in me, maybe it’s just being a bit neurotic, but I can’t stop counting when doing repetitive things. For example, the first sentence contains 23 words. When an activity should be restful, relaxing or enjoyed for its own sake, I often complicate things by keeping count in my head.
Do you know how many bites it takes to eat a slice of pizza? I do, but only for the thin-crusted small sectors that come from my favorite pizza place. And it doesn’t vary by more than 2 bites each time (unless the person who did the cutting was having a bad day.) Did you ever see a small pizza of 6 slices come out where one slice looked like a sliver and another had a central angle of about 80 degrees? Throws my count way off!
I swim for fun and exercise, enjoyment and relaxation. But the only way I
can do my laps is to count them. It always takes me the same time to do ½ mile, but rather than simply glance at the clock and stop at the appropriate time, I always count laps (by 2’s). Of course, while I’m swimming, I’m reciting to myself the number of completed laps: “8, 8, 8, 8” until I reach the wall and say, “10, 10, 10, 10….” That doesn’t leave much brain space for contemplation, working out problems, or wondering what to have for dinner.
I also count steps while walking up and down a stairway. Sometimes I count continually all the way to my destination, sometimes I stop at landings and start again. Depends on my mood. Sometimes I really freak myself out when the number of steps going up is different from those going down!
And, finally, biking provides numerous countable opportunities: number of pushes on the pedal during my ride; houses with “For Sale” signs, deer on the side of the road, cars where people are on cell phones, discarded soda cans, etc.
That’s 4 deer and 3 pigeons.”
Crazy? Or just quirky? I don’t know but I do know it’s part of my makeup and most people don’t even know that I am doing it. Now, however, that my readership knows this odd trait of mine, will they still love me?
There are 404 words in the above Post, including the title.
