Not knowing the cosmic joke stinks

At some time, somewhere, Yahweh, Jehovah, Buddha, God, Allah, Jesus, somebody is going to let me in on the cosmic meaning of 12:34.

I woke to the nasty-ass stench of skunk as it wafted through my open bedroom window. Not just “passing through” skunk smell, but “I sprayed you, sucker” skunk smell.
I shut the window and looked at the clock.

12:34 a.m.

I lay back down, shut my eyes, cleared my mind and waited. I prayed that all would be revealed.
(I’m not looking for a burning bush here, or a booming voice from heaven on high, I just want to know why it seems I wake or look at the clock several times a week specifically when it’s 12:34.)

But I could hear the skunk digging and rooting around my foundation, looking for a way in (the stinky little vermin are nocturnal and love to hide in crawl spaces and the like; I have a pier-and-beam house, meaning lots of places to hid, if they can get in).
No way was I going to give shelter to skunks. Especially one that woke me from a nice sleep).

I got the BB gun.
And fired several copper BBs into various brush and tree lines (hey, it was dark, and I didn’t bring a flashlight). Nothing. No rustling, no skunk.
The smell cleared, too.
I went back to bed.
(Lest you think I’m cruel – or just an animal hater – I’m not; this is the same BB gun I got for my 12th birthday and its pretty much lost all killing-power. I have been shot with it, yes; it stings, but it's not life-threatening)

And I began to ponder – again – why 12:34 is so goddamn important.
No answers came.
Just slumber.


TheRobRogers said...

1,2,3 and 4. It's pretty obvious, isn't it? And if you add up the numbers you get 10. And we all know that 10 is the cosmic signifier for minor annoyances.

Kimbolina said...

I was thinking of the 1,2,3,4 thing, too. It's the natural order - the way things are. No special meaning except that we all have to abide by certain laws of our world.

I wonder why my dog always insists on whining before 5:30 in the morning...then I remember that I have a roommate who once decided that 5:00 was when the dog wanted to be fed and made it a pattern. I can't control everything, even after months of trying to break that pattern.

RachelRenae said...

I think it's something more significant. Someday it'll come together- you'll get let in on the 'cosmic joke', and suddenly your life will make a little more sense.

For me, it's butterflies. What's with the butterflies?