Suddenly it’s all about
counting. Everything! In every area of life! How many? How far? How much? But if we didn’t
quantify it, how could we know exactly how much success we were having?
And that’s the most important thing, right? And the numbers don’t lie…unless we
help them out just a bit.

How many steps in a day?

Just the ones the device
actually counted? Or all of them?

Including the ones I
faked by swinging my arm?

How many pounds does the
scale read?

With one hand on the
counter? Toes hanging off? Heels?

After I’ve reset it to “true
zero” because it weighs heavy?

After I’ve thrown it
across the bathroom?

What size do I wear?

Well, what size are my
fat jeans?

What size are my skinny
ones?

What is the average?

Including underwear
size, because those are tiny numbers?

No?

What does it matter?
Really? On say, a scale of 1-10?

How many calories in a
day?

How many carbs?

How many grams of fiber?

How many grams of protein?

How much fat?

How hungry am I now from
thinking about all of this?

How many hours until
dinner?

What is my heart rate?

How many beats per
minute?

How come it says zero?

How come this stupid
thing isn’t counting…?

Oh, for the love
of…what…?

Why won’t you @#%*ing
work?!?

How come that number's suddenly so high?

How many glasses of
water have I had today?

How many should I have?

How many can I safely
drink in the next hour to catch up without peeing myself?

How much farther?

How many miles?

No? How many minutes
because this is LA?

How late are we going to
be to the meeting?

In addition to the
amount that we were already late? Or how many later than late?

How many more times do
you think they’ll believe it was traffic?

How many likes?

How many views?

How many shares?

How many comments?

How many friends? Actually
friends?

How many followers do I
have?

How many people, other
than me, think that sounds like a cult leader?

How many opportunities
have I missed with my face in my phone?

How much does it cost?

How much do I have?

How much do I owe?

How much is enough?

How much, exactly, is
more?

How many times have I
failed?

How many have I quit?

Gotten back up?

Started over?

How many times have I
just stopped counting…for just one day?

Stopped quantifying
success?

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