Numbers.

Ultimately, everything in life boils down to numbers.

For someone whose life has been troubled by numbers, the working out of such ridiculous number equations, maths... it might be quite an ironic a statement to come out with.

Age, past, present, future, job, friends, experiences, money, playcount. This list could go on forever.  For infinity.

Everything has a number connotation, a descriptive term or numerical reasoning. Everything.

I was born on the 28th of the 6th month, 1989. I am 22 years old, 

I have just finished my 11th week in my new job, 54 days. It would have been 55 but for the bank holiday that fell on Monday 2nd January 2012. 8.45am till 5.15pm, an hour lunch, 8 and a half hour days, 7 and a half at work, 37 and a half hours a week.

I spent 4 years at University, 3 for my undergraduate and 1 for the postgrad. Approximately £31,000 over the course of the 4 years, never mind the 100/1000's more pounds spent on food and accommodation. And being a student.

Since starting work I've saved 15% of a loan that I need to pay off within 2 years, the student loan company take £22 off me a month. Quite some way to go, no?

I have 3972 songs on my iTunes, 21.04GB, enough to fill the next 10 and a half days constantly with (some good, some bad) music.

According to the gospel that is Facebook, I have 507 friends.  Perhaps only 20 or so that play an actively important role in my life. The remaining 490 odd, mere background noise? Perhaps harsh, more likely cynically honest.

The final weeks (7 days, 24 hours, 1440 minutes) of a 2 year association with someone I'd put higher than the remaining 506 enough to scar the next 3 years and put the fear of God into me the next time someone new might just be coming along.

Nearly 17 years from opening a present that would shape the rest of my life and forge it in a culture that I could never separate myself from.  A football club, whose very history is written in numbers, 18 and 5, 1892. The 96. 

Numbers are so inexplicably linked to every single thing in life, whether consciously or not, they underpin everything.

Absolutely no idea where these ramblings have come from, so well done if you've read to this disclaimer; apologies.