There is no shortage of people seeking to organize a seemingly random and impersonal universe into meaningful patterns.
Consider Fred Rogers (aka Mr. Rogers).
Fred weighed himself one day and found the magic number to be 143 pounds (sans his trademark sweater and sneakers).
He decided that the numbers 1-4-3 match the number of letters in the words "I-love-you". For the rest of his life he struggled to keep his weight at a perfect 143.
That's random, dude. Not to mention difficult, diet-wise.
My magic number is…
145
You guessed it. My IQ. I'm sure you've noticed that 1-4-5 matches the number of letters in the words "I sure smart".
A confession. I scoured the Internet for an IQ test that would give me the highest result possible, finally settling on "IQ Tests for the Fifth Child of Five Who Went Unnoticed as a Toddler, Beaten Up as a Youth and Dateless as an Adult."
So be it. My intellectual "weight" is 145 and, as with Mr. Rogers, keeping it there will be a challenge.
The problem is that I'm getting smarter ever day. When it comes to soaking up information, I'm sponge-worthy.
Why, yesterday I learned that the deadliest animal in Africa is not the hippo, but the water buffalo. And did you know that the earliest known camels grew up in North America? Finally, the flying squirrel has two thumbs, one pointing upwards, that serves as an air foil.
Yesterday my mind ingested 8000 intellectual calories and boy, I was so stuffed I took a nap.
My IQ sits at 145.000012. Yikes! Can't let it get too high. I usually watch a few episodes of Two Broke Girls to bring it down a notch.
It's comforting to know we don't live in a meaningless universe.
