Number 23, this is the second Jim Carrey movie that I really liked. It has a very interesting story. Well, the story captivated the character’s obsession about the number 23. It all started when his wife gave him a novel. Finding many coincidences with his own life, and he decides to find the author, believing the story is about him. His further investigation discloses a mysterious situation that makes him more paranoid. Slowly, with danger to himself and to his family, he closes in on the truth that the author was really him.
I really loved the movie but I wasn’t really jumping out with how the director ended and gave out the twist. I have kind of expected that the twist at the end of the story. But what I really liked was the strong performance of Jim Carrey.
Anyway, I have decided to make this write up because I have a slight common observation like Jim. I have written this observation last 2006. Here it goes.
For the past few years, I have consistently noticed that I always see these times of the day 00:00, 2:22, 4:44 etc. (I’m used to the military time or 24-hour). Well, this thought was just passed on to me by a friend. Back then, he would usually see these things very often and that makes it weird. He’d jokingly explain the possible reason for it and I totally disregarded the deranged hypothesis. Since then, I have experienced or should I say, I became unconsciously conscious to this major observation.
At first, you might react and say, “So what’s so special with that. It’s just repetitive and so what. “ What’s peculiar is this, for the past few days, I have been seeing 11:11 more often than the other combinations. (As a matter of fact, I’ve seen it for the last three days straight.)
Eleven is a close number to me. First, it’s the sum of the month and day of my birth. Two of my former prospects were born on the 11th of the month. I used to like the eleventh letter of the alphabet.
Probably, you might say that I’m just thinking non-sense today. Trying to come up with another story to write and waste my not-so-boredom Saturday night. Don’t think that I’m neurotic or something. But this contemplation has been with me for the longest time.
Is this another off-your-rocker idea? Not really! Am I just trying to over-analyze the things that are happening in my life? Hope not. Is this just filler for the month? Hell no.
I’d just like to unravel this mystery, answer one-of-my-thousand useless questions and make use of my brain cells that are starting to die from nothingness that I have become. And I just hope that when the time comes that I discover the reason behind all of these things, I wouldn’t end up a lunatic, psychotic killing person that I think I am capable of being. Just kidding!