CHAPTER 6-PERFECTION
I've been doing it ever since I can remember. I count things. I count everything. I find patterns. I add. I subtract. I multiply. I cross-multiply. I find fractions. I FOIL. I make sense of randomness.
You see 12:34 on the clock? I think, "What number is next? What numbers are next? It could be 56, it could be the difference between 34 and 12. It could be absolutely anything If *I* could make it make sense.
That's where the philosophy all began. If I can make it fit into my own well defined realm of perfection, then it *must* be perfect, right?
I count petals, I count leaves, I look at clocks. I make number out of anything. I use the alphabet with numbers correlating to the correct letter. I even play tricks on myself and slide each letter two spaces. To trick myself, of course!
So my search for perfection game has evolved. So much so that I am actually making challenges for myself that have the most incredible odds of happening. What are the chances of you seeing 123456 on your odometer? Well, that depends. How often do you actually look at the odometer? How often would it come up if you had a 1 before the first one?
(See, I do have problems, right?)
And here I sit tonight. Perfection found. In a bag of M&Ms. I've been playing since I was little. I would pour four candies out. The first had to be red. The second, orange. Third, yellow and last, green. It was such a simple game. But it never happened, not one single perfect pour. Ever. I tried with 5, I tried with 6, both before and after light brown turned to blue.
And still here I sit. Perfection found. In a bag of M&Ms. I poured a red, followed by orange. Then yellow and green, blue and lastly, brown. I did it. I found perfection. It's been a very long time since I even created the challenge. And I am here, satisfied that I, indeed, did it. After thousands of tries and thousands of calories, I did it. P-E-R-F-E-C-T.
I doubt it will ever happen again.