Someday...

"Someday, I'll stop seeing only the outside edges of life," thought Samantha. She has long ago been diagnosed as having obsessive compulsive disorder, and her routine of mathematically calculating numerical values for everything she encounters has taken over her persona. She cannot walk past a bus of school children without counting their small, round heads, or adding together the number correlating to each letter in the alphabet for all the words in a street sign.

This is more than just a little quirk for Samantha, it's her security blanket. She is more comfortable when she can safely know that each element of life is represented by a number, they're so absolute and unwavering, they must inherently hold more meaning than the thing they are representing, she rationalizes. The only thing she has ever lost count of was how many times her friends and family have tried to get her to stop counting.