It's just a numbers game...

one mississippi, two mississippi, three mississippi, four mississippi -- it's all about numbers however way you look at things...

I like to count when I'm nervious or bored. Ceiling tiles in the doctors office to random patterns in a rug. Counting calms me...methodical, to the point & with a purpose. I count in a crowd -- how many are wearing blue or there are so many women to men. So now I ask the question, is that compulsive or a game or both? I can remember when I was a kid, riding in the car on long trips doing the alphabet sign game (looking for each letter and you couldn't go on to the next letter until you found it on a sign, license plate, or bumper sticker! ha) Have I grown up to the next level of counting? Does it ever end? no, it doesn't-- I've tried many of times to see how many minutes I could count in a row and I'd get bored after about 500...silly really but that's part of how I think.