222 miles. 222 highway. 2:22 time of day… and other areas that I don’t remember. All I know is it hasn’t stopped exciting my wonder yet. It is weird, but I feel normal. I am atheist sort of… but I don’t see how that could have anything to do with paranoia. Not that looking at numbers is paranoia or I’m defacing the facts, but it is lingering and fading together. This sort of thing is like looking at the attractive appeal to a certain number. Maybe it’s just a number.. maybe it’s means something. How can a number mean something? I really don’t know what it is but I guess I can tell you my current situation… like it’s going to matter.

I already have a repulsion and desire for numbers, though I try not to ever show it. I used to think the number 2 was a number of the “bad.” –I was crazy… anywhooo… I’m still confused with this superstition and look on to numbers in a stance that I’m never going to know what it is about them. When I first started getting an overload of 222, my mom saying it, seeing the miles of that many right after, then a semi-truck, then when we got a gas station my mom said that number as a price, this was the time when I was reading and seeing much more clearer about situations. Maybe just the little fact that, “bla bla bla, it means that the spirit says YES! to your..” bla bla bla.. and that’s it. But maybe it’s something bigger. Maybe it’s the meaning that you finally get out of loss of control (or too much control) over the brain. I think it could mean that people who have been crazed or had a lack of nutrition somewhere, depending on health of the brain, have been through a realization. 222 is… a number, but the fact that it is not our fault contains much more realities in it than normal.

I blame it on my mother. lol. Now I can’t stop seeing it.

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