Some of my friends who are close to me know that I am a little, teeny, weeny bit OC.  Obsessive Compulsive.  Maybe…. just a smidgen.  But what most people don’t know is that I suffer from NDD.  Numerical Distraction Disorder.

Oh it is true.  It affects on .025% of the population…. but it is growing in….. numbers.  The deal is, I am always thinking numbers.  Counting.  Making numerical comparisons.

For instance.  My favorite numbers are 7 and 8.  I don’t care so much for 6 or 13.  Plooey.  Many of the other numbers are just okay on their own, but when you pair them up, or mix them in sets of three, well, then….. all of this begins to get extremely complicated.  Like all the combos that add up to 7 are pretty good…. except 1+6 or 6+1.  I totally like 2+5 and 3+4, etc.    As you can see, this is really quite the affliction.

We could get all smacked-down-consumed with this conversation, but this much I will tell you.  I also like three numbers that add up to 8.  Like 1+3+4.  How stinking great is that? Just so happens that all the while I was growing up, our house number was 134.  (…. and then I was the 7th born in our family.  ’52 was one of my favorite years of last century….. it goes on and on and on).

So what’s not to like about today’s date?  3.14.  Perfect.  And it just so happens that today is one of my greatest idol’s birthday…. Albert Einstein.  See how this works?  So Happy Birthday Alby. Something tells me you were also one of the .025% suffering from NDD, but in a much different way than I.   All your counting added up.  It is all relative.