Disaster unaverted

There are two ways you learn from mistakes. You either watch others make them, or you make them yourselves. The latter one hurts like crazy, like a kick to the nuts. Specially when, after, or rather if you ever realize that you made a mistake. 

All machinery in place, you got all your balls, all your bats, raquetes, nets and all. You go, do your thing, play your game, thinking you're smart at what you are, only to bomb things in the end. The best  part being that you dropped the bomb on yourself, it exploded, and you never got to know what happened till the time you reached that cloudy place somewhere up in the sky, and saw that you are the laughing stock among all the angels. 

Well, if you screwed up and went straight to hell, exactly as per somebody's suggestion, the worst ain't over, pal. You still have the devil's trident, fresh out of the furnace, yet to be shoved straight up your baby bottoms. Mummayyyyy!!!!

For a moment, let's consider mathematics. We have variables, a set of equations, a few steps, a lot of peer and parental pressure, and Wallah! We have the solution ready. Now this is as far as academic mathematics is concerned, which is basically a mere oversimplification of everyday troubles, simulated in the most conceivably solvable form. Too much jargon. No apologies, though. In the real world, there is seldom going to be any situation that we can solve with a derived equation. But we know that. I'm just trying to figure out why in hell was it that I mentioned something that everyone knows already. 

Just add a single unknown variable, or even a variation in a known variable, and all hell breaks loose. 

Now, here's the deal. A lot of over-thinking coupled with an excess of blood sugar can wreck havoc in your thought process. 

Each person should attend a course called "Selling 101". We look down on selling as a profession lacking honor. No idea why. It is a societal thing, I suppose. I can already imagine most of our parents disowning us if we take selling up as a profession. 

"You'll end up as a sales rep!"

 But it's selling everywhere. Ask someone to fund your project. The first question hurled at us...

"Why should I help you? What do I stand to gain?"...

*Blank face*.... Errr.....

Uhh......

This is when most of the times, most of what we are going to utter, will have little effect on what the person decides in the end. Someone could say utter gibberish, but in a matter that leaves the person on the other end of the table flabbergasted. Done deal. 

On the other end, there might be someone, and there always is this someone, who takes great pride in his/her technical know-how, delves into intricate nitty-gritties of the whole issue, and bomb in the end, without knowing that he/she has bombed. All these folks get to hear is...

"We'll get back to soon."

And that is only if the folks you are dealing with happen to go easy on you.

It's just the same when asking a lady out, or so my sugar-overloaded brain thinks. You could have pulled off all your ballsy acrobatics in front of the lady, and happily walked away, completely forgetting that it was getting rather dark, and maybe you could have waited just a few more moments before walking away mindlessly like you did. And all the disaster on the planet could have been averted. Okay, maybe there was no earthly threat as a consequence to your stupidity, but maybe the place could have used of a little elbow- grease here and there.

Another thing I realized is this. The folks who use the expression WTF, well, they are a despicable lot. WTF is a third world replacement word for those who really can't say the words "What the Fuck" out loud, purely because they lack their stomachs, a.k.a. guts. 

One more thing. It is strange how there can be a person, who thinks of exactly the same idea that popped up in our mind, implement it, make it his/her official property, all while we, or another fellow sitting and thinking about the same idea, still fantasizes of pulling off the same idea, but keeps it for later, hoping no one else gets his idea. Speculation is such a waste of time... 

Wow! It all sounds so connected.