Lady Chaos! Friend Obvious! Where art thou?
I watched another train wreck today. It seems I enjoy them. With everything I do, everything I know, and everything I believe in… I construct situations where I can predict all the plays and probabilities yet follow through with only the hope that Chaos will surprise me.
She rarely does.
The odds are always against the conclusions I pine for. The unlikely ending I’ve composed in my head is hardly ever the one that reality embraces. Empirically astute folds into maniacally mistaken when fishing for an unknown. Frustratingly, the obvious is my only friend.
It’s really stupid.
In numerous examples, but most heart wrenchingly in love, the set up and the adventure quite simply… lead to the fall. I appreciate the variety of farces I’ve been dished, but I’m bound to be convinced there’s a chance at nothing else. I wish it were possible to ache for the evident.
If only.