23 Apr “I have a question”, I say to the doctor as I turn my head to him.
I pause; I take a gulp of air; my fear subsides.
“Where did you say that you went to school, again?”
He turns his head away and to the computer. He starts typing again.
“That´s a good question”, he replies as he looks down at the keyboard, “that will really make people think–develop creative thinking without assumptions.”
“Yeah”, I reply as I turn my head to his computer, “but it was also a question.”
I pause; I sigh–why is this so hard?
“Where did you get your diploma?”
He turns his head from the computer to me.
“Well”, he replies, “I got cred–street cred.”
“Yeah”, I say as I look away, “so you didn´t go to school?”
“No”, he responds, “I went to Dorinto Technology Institute, but I do have the cred.”
Can I trust him?
Yes, of course, you can, my wife thinks to me, regardless, you have no other options.
This is my final day of court mandated public service; my habit of destroying refrigerators got me in trouble when I went to a store and was denied entry to check out the new model; it said that I was not allowed to eat at that time, and to come back later; I had made a programming adjustment with a digitaltoaster that was near it; they had me pay restitution, in addition to 4,000 Dorinto hours of counseling; I had gotten all clever and decided that I would contact a pyschologist to donate my time to develop a series of books to help at risk adolescents learn critical thinking, problem solving, and logic. I plan to sell the books as a side hustle after finishing my time; what you create today, feeds you tomorrow.
“We all move uneasily within our restraints.”
It´s late fall in Blacksburg; the trees are changing color on the Blue Ridge Parkway. We´re learning micro-economics in class today; the teacher puts up a slide. He continues talking on how a spike in a person´s income will have them start to live at a different level; but is it sustainable? He explains how studies show that having income at plateaus that steadily increase lead to more happiness, long term also. I write notes; it´s interesting. If two teams are playing baseball, and one team only hits singles and the other team always hits homeruns–who will win? I stop daydreaming; she´s cute. Maybe I should ask her out on a date? But, we´re just friends. I go back to focusing on the lecture; got to get good grades. #responsibilites
I set down the book; I´m going to have to keep that in mind; what the author said–
If you think you know everything, buy a lottery ticket.
Is there an extra drawing? Did you have 2 winning numbers?
Time and circumstance change; did you have the winning numbers but for the wrong drawing? Eventually, on a long enough timeline, those will be the winning numbers–odds of loss approach 0 as more drawings take place. Not having the right numbers today–does this mean that you have better odds next time? Statistically, it´s random. The odds of you winning don´t change, even if you do the same numbers every time.
So what is the point?
Where does the money go?
It´s exciting to purchase the ticket–right? It´s a rush to watch the drawing.
There´s a lot of losers in the lottery–but you can´t win, if you don´t buy a ticket.