Have you ever noticed that the number three is somewhat of an odd-number out? One is a lonely number and pairs are exceptional and balanced. But, when you add one more to two, which every math genius knows makes three, something changes.
Three is a crowd.
Three is the bear who suggests leaving porridge on the table to take a stroll in the woods with two other bears, only to have a sleepy intruder sample his porridge and break his chair.
Three is like a wheel that doesn't have much use unless you add another wheel, which is only good if you are riding a tricycle. Then again, a bike on two wheels is much more fun than a tricycle, which can be easily throw you off balance if you shift your weight too far to the left or right.
Three is that person who can't seem to get the message that he is irritating when he constantly tells computer algorithm jokes and no one gets them.
Truth be told, three is the guy who bought a sword at a novelty shop and bragged to his two buddies that he was an expert swordsmen and ended up a musketeer.
I admit that I haven't always been fond of three. To me, it seems like bad things always seem to happen in threes. But, lately I've had to face my own harsh judgement towards three.
Three is a precious baby who was produced from the union of two.
Three is that person who rescues you from a lagging conversation between you and a guy telling jokes about computer algorithms.
Three is a number multiplied by it's square. There is a joke about this a guy was telling recently, but I sort of checked out...
Since I'm now a teacher, three is tenure.
But, what I realize most of all is that three is the Holy Trinity - the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost.
So, with that, I officially apologize to three for all the years of believing you were odd. Even if you are odd cause you are not even...