Twenty-four

Twenty-four is a nice, round number.  Versatile, it adapts to many situations. It’s useful, open. Divisible by 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 12 — how gregarious! How very friendly! Who doesn’t like 24? Perhaps 5, but if you have 3 on your side, who cares what 5 has to say.  So many odd numbers suck, 5 being among the foremost. 13, good grief, there’s an awkward year — now wonder we leave that one off elevators.  15? Ha! You’re not driving Mr. Trying-to-be-an-Adult. Why don’t you ask your brother to give you a ride to that date of yours?  17 is okay I suppose. 17 allows for a lot of forgiveness. You messed up? Of course you did, you’re 17. You did well? Fantastic, you’re becoming a respectable adult ahead of your time.  And 23… jesus 23.  If ever a number needed to gain or lose one, it was 23: what an uneven number.  Nobody likes you when you’re 23. The only worse number I can think of is 33. But 24. That’s a good one. That’s a number you can trust.

24

“There’s one spoilt spring to scant our mortal lot,

One season ruined of your little store.

May will be fine next year as like as not:

But ay, but then we shall be twenty-four.”

Categories: Birthday, Journal, Math, Reflection

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