A while ago it was 11:11. And I wished for something good to happen to you. Within the year. Hopefully before the month ends.
And the first wish that came to my head, the first wish that I tacked on to my digital clock was for you, for your good tidings, for happy thoughts, for windfall, baby, windfall — all in on succinct statement: 11:11 PM – I wish P. this year’s happy thoughts. Preferably by the end of the month.
And then I though about adding my own wish, for me this time, my happy thought, my own windfall, you know, windfall, windfall? But then I wondered, what if you’re only allowed one wish? What if wishing two things to one 11:11 was asking for too much? What if more than one wish dilutes the effectiveness of the Wish-Coming-True-ness of it all? Like both wishes come true, only you get your windfall in three years, and I get mine when I’m 35. Something like that. And the clock ticked by, and the clock ticked by, and I tapped the ring on my finger against the screen of the cellphone — tap, tap, tap — and man I was tempted I was so tempted.
But that 11:11 was for you, not because of some coerced cosmic sacrifice, but because I wanted it for you, I wanted to do it for you. There’s only so much I can do with these limits, and tacking wishes to digital clocks is one of the actions available in that limited repertoire.
I let the 11:11 disappear into the 11:12, and it was only the wish for you that had been uttered, and I didn’t mind, not really. I wanted that first wish to work, and I wanted it to work so badly, I wanted it to come true. And so that 11:11 was for you.
I wished for your windfall, because isn’t your windfall my windfall too? It is, love, it is. I mean, that’s only one of the many many many things we do so we can make each other happy — appealing to the inner workings of the universe, a.k.a. Cosmic Juju — and I must admit to a little pride, some relief, in getting it all rolling, seeing those numbers on my cellphone screen, right after a message from you that says, “I miss you too. Driving kanina. Smiley face.”
Because we have it on good authority that real men don’t use emoticons.