Is it because repression asks us to rebel in little ways, or because you're a romantic at heart? Ten digits that remain unseen, for your eyes only, a perfect scarlet. Why the effort? Does it make you smile to know that, immature as it may be, you have a secret? You're a non-conformist, in an evidently conformist way. No one will ever see it. But it makes me happy.
Just something simple.
It's got to that awkward point where I can no longer glance at the date on my computer to decipher the number of the 365, I have to actually think about it.. but oh haii february! At last!