The mystery of time
A couple of years ago, I helped to start a comics-centered publishing/creation venture called 11:11 creations. The name 11:11 came from a common affinity for the number. This is certainly not a unique or selective fondness. My particular attraction comes from the notion that digital clocks, when displaying 11:11, look somehow broken to me.
But, in the years both before and since the creation of this entity, I find myself regularly looking up at the clock at exactly 11:11 – multiple (well, 2) times a day. It happens to me several times a week.
Now, obviously one would be more inclined to notice times one is attuned to, in the same way that one who has just bought, say, a Ford Escape seems to notice that suddenly there are a large number of Ford Escapes on the road.
What I wonder is this: am I just noticing 11:11 more than any other time because I happen to look at the clock at this time and it registers with me, or is my (subconscious) internal clock somehow accurate enough to have me look up at the clock at exactly 11:11 unusually often?
Yes, 11:11 is a memorable time. But isn’t 10:10, 9:09, 1:01, 12:12, etc? I don’t notice seeing these others more than a handful of times here and there. 11:11 happens at least every couple of days, and regularly more often.
What’s up with that?