After reading Freud’s interpretation of the uncanny, it instantly reminded me one very uncanny element in my own life—the number 314. For as long as I can remember, the number 314 strangely follows me everywhere I go. I remember one day looking at a receipt from Taco Bell that said I was order number 314, at 3:14 for guess how much? $3.14. Quite often, I suddenly wake up in the middle of the night just to see my alarm clock change from 3:13 to 3:14 a.m. Unintentionally, business addresses that I’m looking for or hotel rooms that I stay at are 314. For the past few years that I’ve been keeping track, on every March 14, the 3rd month of the year and the 14th day, someone in my family gets married, has a baby, or dies. I could go on and on describing the freaky occurrences of this number, but I’ve honestly lost count.
When I first started to notice the regular occurrence, I was a little freaked out. Explaining to most other people that an arbitrary number “stalks” you often produces puzzled glances and blank stares. The reason for this, I’ve decided, is because 314 is specifically uncanny to me. That is, I think everyone has a different uncanny, and what is uncanny to one person may not be uncanny to another or vice versa. This often makes the uncanny even harder to understand, since most of the people around you cannot relate. I’ve researched the number and its numerous significances, and strangely enough, some others see this number everywhere too. Stephen Hawking is even rumored to have written some literature about the number 314 and its importance. Here’s a great blog I found about this strange number and other people’s encounter with it: http://mattdodge.net/just-what-is-314/
I’m still trying to figure out why my uncanny is 314 in particular. The number 314 has no recognizable significance to me, yet its omnipresence never fails to give me a strange feeling. Is it because it’s an odd number? Or is it because it’s the first 3 digits to pi, a mathematical number that has countless appearances and applications in the world? I have been exposed to it so many times that I’ve just began to ignore its significance, partly because I can’t tell if I’m looking for it or if it’s looking for me.