Lucky Numbers
Pick a card, any card, and I’m sure to get the Joker, Keeley Schroder.
One is the loneliest number, or so the song says.
That may be what the song says, but I have been my loneliest in a crowd, more lonely than when I spend time with me, myself and I.
Crowds of strangers — bad enough. Crowds of family and friends — the worst.
I have found myself on the outside, looking in and wondering where the puzzle piece that is me fits within.
I love them, they love me. But sometimes, it’s not enough to make me feel like an insider.
It’s okay. Those occasions when I do fit are all the better for having felt like a square peg at other times.
I don’t know if I believe in lucky numbers. I mean, 777 in gambling, I suppose. I don’t remember winning anything with a 777, though.
I still look for 7s in my life, interestingly enough. Is there a 7 in my phone number? In my address? In the phone numbers and addresses of friends or family or potential dates?
