This Post Sponsored by the Number Seven

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Making Seven With Fingers

The number seven resonates with me, and I’m not sure why.  Some might call it a quirk, and I don’t really have a better explanation for it, other than to say that it’s almost like I’m wired, or programmed, to the sound of seven beats.  Does that make sense?

No?  Not at all?  I’ll try harder (I’m a hard tryer).

For example…

I’m selling loaves of bread door-to-door on a Saturday afternoon.  I approach the front door of the neighbor’s house, raise my hand to knock, and—KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKSeven knocks.  {By the way, has anyone ever noticed how ridiculous the word “knock” is?  Just look at it!  It’s absurd.}

For another example…

I’m wearing slippers in the kitchen (I always swore I’d avoid being “barefoot in the kitchen,” so now I make a special point of being slippered while I’m cooking).  I’m preparing a nice, hearty ragu to serve over tonight’s linguine.  It’s going to be delicious.  I dip my little finger in the vibrant red concoction, and raise it to my mouth for a taste.  Needs salt. I reach for the sea salt grinder, remove the lid, position it over the pot, and—BACK FORTH BACK FORTH BACK FORTH BACKSeven turns of the sea salt grinder.

Hold Up Seven Fingers

I brush my hair with seven fluid strokes.  I rinse my face with seven handfuls of water.  Seven swipes of deodorant (which is way too much, but I can’t stop at just two or three).  Seven swishes of salt water in my wounded mouth.  When I used to play sports, it was seven solid dribbles before a basketball free-throw, and seven bounces before a volleyball serve.  Seven times, played without mistakes, means I’ve properly learned a run on the piano.  When passing a slow driver, I let the blinker click seven times—exactly seven—before I turn it off.

Seven…always seven.

But it’s not like I suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder.  I’m not anal; heaven knows I’m not a neat freak—my kitchen floor hasn’t seen a mop in weeks, and I sort of take pride in the fact that I’ve never once cleaned the windows of this house (I’ve lived here almost two years).  So what’s with me and all the sevens?

The only reasonable explanation I can formulate is that I’m just…programmed…to the number seven.  I mean, think about it:  I was born on September 25th (2+5=7!!!!), 1986 (9,8,7!!!!,6).  My name, C-A-M-I-L-L-E?  Seven letters long.

ASL SevenI’m not fluent in ASL, but I nevertheless happen to believe that “7” is the coolest number to sign.

Quite frankly, I won’t be one bit surprised if I die and resurrect seven times, or my children are all born with seven toes on each foot—the extent of my wiring is just that deep.

The real irony of this whole Situation of the Sevens is that I don’t even like odd numbers.

They creep me out.

Are any of you wired to a number like me, or am I just whackadoo?  Actually, no.  Please don’t answer that.

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26 Responses to This Post Sponsored by the Number Seven

  1. Lindsay says:

    mine is 5, or 15.
    and i have never washed the windows in my apartment, nor do i ever plan to.

  2. niki says:

    whackadoo…doesn’t suede from project runway use that term?…actually i think he says whackadoodle, religiously…man i love that show.

  3. Chloe says:

    How interesting! I was just thinking about OCD, when I read “But it’s not like I suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder”. Like if you had read my mind!
    So you were born in 1986?! Me too! My birthday is on August 23rd! :D
    By the way, my number is 2 or 3!

  4. Joel says:

    No mopping in weeks, huh? You are a neat freak compared to us! Our floors are lucky if they see a BROOM every few weeks… Mopping happens a few times a year.

  5. The number four has always been my magic number. And it’s square counterpart 16. I always counted in fours, if I turned around clockwise, I had to keep turning 3 more times and then turn counter-clockwise 4 times to “wash” the whole turning thing.
    I look at the tiles in the work bathroom and still count those out in quantities of four, looking for patterns.
    Brilliant Spin, Camille! I’m the same way!
    You’re linked!

  6. Katie says:

    Maybe you should go back to your doctor and demand better prescription meds. I think you’re losing it, Camille….

  7. Are you familiar with the movie Stranger than Fiction? Kind of reminds me of that. Why is it that when I was reading your post I thought of the They Might Be Giants song Seven:

    Thanks for stopping by,

  8. Maureen says:

    I do the seven swipes of deodorant also. Seven is just a nice number that people like. It’s like, biblical, and stuff…

  9. Mine is 3. Bunches of 3s in my SSN. 3 dribbles before shooting a foul shot. 3 kisses for my husband. Let’s face it…we’re quirky!

  10. tracy says:

    you are now in the running for top 3 funniest people i know… good luck with the sevens!

  11. HeatherPride says:

    I love your routine of sevens. Seven is a very good number.

  12. I don’t have a particular number. But I am obsessed with numbers. Anytime I see them I add/subtract/multiply/divide them in my head. And I count things alot.

    Seven’s a good number though.

  13. ann marie says:

    7 huh? Maybe 7 kids too…
    This post is to funny.

    My numbers are 2 and 7.
    I’m going to try the blinker thing. Coolio.

  14. Camille says:

    Lindsay– Kindred.

    niki– I don’t know, I’ve never seen it. I’m sure if I did see even one episode, I’d be addicted.

    Chloe– 1986 was a good year!

    Joel– I don’t think a Swiffer™ Wet Jet really counts. If we’re talking MOP mop, then it’s NEVER been done. I only wet jet.

    Sprite’s Keeper– I look for patterns in the tile, too! But not in numbers of 7—I mostly look for shapes or designs. I guess I’m faint of heart.

    Katie– I would love to. I’d be such a good druggie.

    CaJoh– YES! That’s exactly it! Oh, dear. This is bad. I did like that movie, though. Quite a lot.

    Maureen– Biblical, I like it.

    Nothing Fancy– Quirky, indeed. I can only ever say my SSN the way it’s written, though. 123-45-6789

    HeatherPride– Isn’t it? I agree.

    Tracy– OH MYGOSH!!! What can I do to be number one? I’ll do it—I’ll do ANYTHING! I have to win. Please, tell me!

    angela hardison– I hate arithmetic, so I don’t really do the add/subtract thing. You M girls are a very number-y sort, aren’t you?

    Ann Marie– Ha! I thought about mentioning that, but I figured I’d get e-flogged or something. No, I certainly don’t strive to have 7 children. Oh, the blinker thing will change your life! But beware. Once you start, it’s impossible to stop: if you ever leave it on longer than seven clicks, you’ll get an ulcer.

  15. jethro says:

    This has been an interesting discussion. I’ve tried to consider a personally resonant number, 3 is the middle number in the three, 3 digit parts of my S.I.N., (social insurance number). Just makes it easier to remember. No magic.

    One thing that does strike me though, i do
    enjoy certain vowels over others. My favourite vowel is E. By far. A is a close second. O and Y are reasonably talented bit players. I, I think, is overrated.

  16. anonymous says:

    haha that’s pretty funny. and weird. but funny still. haha.

  17. Granmama says:

    Are you still alive? I haven’t heard from you in 7 days and I hope you are still my daughter. Te amo.

  18. van says:

    7 is supposed to relate to perfection – 7 days in a week, Jesus says for give not only 7 times – but 7 times 7O!

  19. Tisha says:

    Um, I’m not sure I’m particular to any number. Color… yes. Food…yes. Type of deoderant/facewash/pretty much anything…yes. And I am a neat freak and quite anal about most things, but not really numbers. Oh well, can’t have everything, right!! On a side note, I’m having a giveaway on my business blog and am wondering if you would mind posting the button on here, just to help spread the word!!

  20. Christal says:

    I’m pretty sure mine would be four –you are so random I LOVE it!! You come up with the best posts ever!! Love the slipper comment too thats awesome. thanks for your comments! Hope your getting all better too ttyl

  21. Anonymous says:

    Interesting. I guess I’ve never noticed if I do this. I have noticed that I like things to be divisible by two or five. I also group in groups of five. I’ll start noticing if I habitually do anything the same number of times and report back.

  22. Jan says:

    Well, I WAS going to say you’re completely whackadoo…but I don’t have any room to talk. You’ll see what I mean when you read MY spin. *sigh*

  23. Laufa says:

    7 is supposed to be a Holy number. Guess that would make you very blessed! Great spin!

  24. Heidi says:

    Great spin!

    I’m obsessed with even numbers. I can’t have the 5pc McNugget, it must be ten. (Even if Pook eats the rest)

    I must have two pens, one black one blue.

    I;m obsessed with being “even Steven”

  25. Casey says:

    I’ve always liked 7’s too and I was born in 77 so it fits! My 2 year old is obsessed with 8’s, everywhere we go, he shouts out when he sees one (which is jarring if I’m driving and he sees an 8 on the school bus next to us).

  26. Sammanthia says:

    OMG! I have the same quirk and I posted it (along with a bunch of other useless drivel)-not about the number seven, but my hatred of odd numbers.
    It’s a good thing people thought I was weird, anyway.

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