numbers

From a friend's blog..

Numbers.

this world seems particularly fond of them.

and sometimes i fall into the trap of arithmetic. and think that i am a series of numbers, ratings, percentages.

that value is just a fancy word for number.

it would be so easy to look at my weight and feel my value grow as the scale shrinks

look at my exam marks and feel the weight of my future resting on my percentages.

look at my class rankings and feel like i am above or below people.

feel grown up because of the candles i blow out on my birthday cake.

feel disabled because of the fleeting figure in my bank account.

feel broken because of the number of scars i have.

feel like a failure because my blood test told me my readings are too high.

feel unique because of the number of songs i have on my ipod.

feel popular because of the number of facebook friends i have.

my phone number my student number my account number

7225214311.2112499831231201251878850476.

i am not a number