I'm not an overly superstitious person. Stress on the "overly" part there. There are still things I don't like: black cats crossing my path (Krystina's cat Lou is included in this most of the time), stepping under ladders, and broken mirrors. All of those things kind of freak me out. On the flip side, I love fortune cookies and pennies with the head facing up.
Most of all, I love when the time of day is 11:11. I like to make wishes and kiss the clock and kiss something red. Now, this might seem like overkill, but so many people have so many superstitions about this time of day that I just like to combine them all and hope my wish will come true. If I could remember all of the wishes I've made over the years, I can guarantee you that probably less than 10% of these wishes have come true. This includes the wishes I make periodically that I can guarantee will come true.
"Oh, it's 11:11, better make a wish!" Then I wish for things like "I wish I would have to go to work tonight" or "I wish I would be short enough that, in the state of Maryland, I'm considered handicapped on my driver's license."
And lo and behold, I go to work on the days that I'm scheduled and I am still as short as ever.
But how in the hell does this relate to how I met your father? Well, I suppose it doesn't. But, I'll give you some background on a relationship goal I am most certain not to meet.
You see, I like to extend 11:11 to days, too. On the day that this blog officially starts, my 24th birthday, it will be January 1, 2011. 1/1/11. That's pretty much 11:11. But what I'm really excited for is November of this upcoming year.
It will be 11/insertdate/11 for an entire 31 days! And on November 11? 11/11/11. Seriously, the idea of it kind of fills me a weird ecstatic energy that is borderline crazy.
And kids, I really wanted to get married on 11/11/11. As a very small child, I wanted to get married very young. This idea has since come and gone. As any of your future "aunts" and "uncles" can attest, I am so not ready for marriage. When I see each and every this-person-is-engaged-or-married post on Facebook I get a little bit jealous and a huge bit panicky. Mama ain't ready for commitment. Mama can barely commit to what she's going to eat for lunch each day (unless pierogies are involved).
So, I think it is safe to say now, in December of 2010 that I will not get married in November of 2011. It's a bit bothersome, I'm not going to lie. I mean, I was probably about middle school age when I realized I'd be in prime marriage time when 11/11/11 rolled around. And it gave me a goal. Something that, when accomplished, would not only be one date conquered but one whole hurdle in my life: finding somebody to marry me.
But there's a silver lining. Kids, it might seem stupid and trashy, but a few years ago, seemingly everybody wanted to be married on July 7. It was 07/07/07... lucky sevens. Because I am a self-righteous woman, I didn't like this idea at all. Gambling is kind of a weird depraved hobby in my opinion and I've seen lots of ugly 7/7/7 tattoos in my life and getting married on that date just seemed weird.
What really seemed weird, though, was that couples seemed to be pushing their relationships just to get married on one specific date. And let's be honest, it's the person, not the date, that matters. My parents got married on April 19, which as far as I know, is in no way any sort of auspicious date. But they were happy.
Look at Eva Longoria and Tony Parker (kids, they were famous at one point when I was writing this blog). They got married on 07/07/07 and she did numerous television and Us Weekly interviews about how she believed their marriage would be blessed because they had picked an innately lucky day on which to consecrate their union.
Now she's doing Us Weekly interviews on their divorce.
So, I won't be getting married on 11/11/11. But I'm not tied to a date. And I think that's all right. After all, there are plenty of other things that can be done at 11:11. For example, writing a blog entry.
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