11.11am
A condition born in 1990
Before the clock stops ticking, is anyone else experiencing this?
That moment you glance at the clock, your phone, or, God forbid, your watch—and it’s that time again, to the minute. A time in place on repeat. 11.11 am for me. Or whatever time it is for you?
I cannot tell you how many times in the last 35 years it’s been 11.11 am. It’s freakin scary. Bonkers. Bananas. Fucking nuts. How come?
It was 1990. Playing a winter season in Canberra, I ended up going back for the following two seasons. The cricket was good, but there were other reasons too. Whatever my sleep looked like before Canberra, it didn’t improve once I got there.
I met someone. Carried her home Friday night, played cricket Saturday, and had dinner Sunday at The Rendezvous. Monday, I woke at 11.11 am.
This condition has been with me ever since.
I don’t mind it, it’s kinda nostalgic, especially now. But, all the same, it’s something else—since there are 1,440 minutes in a single day, the odds of seeing 11:11 AM are 1 in 1,440, or a huge 0.069%. Can you feel my anxiety?
Add that to a healthy apprehension about mortality, and you get a working theory: the lights go out at 11:11 am.
Nick
I have the same issue glancing at the speedometer and while travelling regularly between Geelong and Keith the scary number of times 000 would appear as the last three numbers. Still can’t find a message