Do you believe in odds? Are you one of those people who weigh their options, rapidly counting probabilities and outcomes? Do you often say to yourself, "What are the odds that I __________?" Does this sound like a really bad infomercial? Probably so because it's late at night for me and I just turned the TV off exacerbated to find that my head is full of number talk...
I really am becoming clearer on things I don't like to hear. I don't like to hear my mom tell me I look just alright when I ask her, hopefully, how do I look. Just alright? What is that?! You think you spend 24 years telling me to be the best and then you think I'm gonna let YOU let ME go out looking just alright?! That is crap.
Nobody likes to hear anyone say I told you so. I really hate this. Especially when it comes virtually in spite of the urging, "It's your life, Danita, you have to do what you have to do..." Which is it really?
But back to the numbers thing. I do not like to hear this phrase: "It's a numbers game." Chop a puck. What about those of us who don't really like numbers? Who don't take to them like kudzu on vacant, clean surfaces?
Odds are odd. They are not even, they are not fair. There is no justice in come what may... only hope. Hope is a good thing, too, but not for this column, not tonight. Tonight, I am distressed by "numbers game."
Let me tell you more about how this phrase pops up in my life. Job search? Oh, that's a "numbers game." You gotta cast more than one line and hope some company takes your bait - the more lines you cast the more chances you have to catch something... I only need ONE friggin job, people. Oy, do you even know how long it took for me to actually write A cover letter? Do you even want to imagine how hard it'd be for me to write a rejection letter? Give me a small...clean...brown...paper...bag and watch me blow.
Dating/Mating? Oh, that's a "numbers game," too. Nevermind that crud about one true love. Take your bum ass to match.com or somewhere and punch in a few specs and get your friggin' print out. Odds are you'll find one mate to match your third-wheelin' self.
The lottery. Or should I say, the impossible dream. I should know better than to try to PLAY the NUMBERS in order to BEAT the NUMBERS. This bad idea.
Well lookey here. Isn't it "odd" enough that there are three things I don't like to hear, as well as three more things that bother me about the "numbers game." Hmmm, maybe I should play me some threes for the lottery pick this Saturday. $215 million. There's a three in there, too! 2+1. 1+5=6 which is really 3+3...
This could go on forever. The possibilities may be endless. What are the odds, really?