Maybe, maybe

When you play out the scenarios, it’s not a stretch to think of some really screwy things. And you’re often right to think so. The worst of the worse case scenarios are sometimes just a few steps away from reality.

But I like to think our smarter selves should accept that they just don’t and won’t ever know. I like to think that things and people and people-things should have some benefit of the doubt.

Obviously, there’s exceptions. There’s always exceptions. I hate it when people try to prove a point using exceptions. If you ask me, all of life is a fucking exception.

Like your past week. Your past year. Your entire lineage. The entire collection of forsaken exceptions that had to take place to bring you here.

Then realize that it’s not only your collection exceptions. But also the catalogue of exceptions from your friends, from their families, their families friends, and so on.

They’re not always pretty. They’re not always ugly. And sometimes they’re pretty ugly. I was forced to accept that sometimes these sometimes-pretty-ugly exceptions can crumble just enough to make way for something else.

They probably won’t. But they just might.

So, don’t bother being righteous. Don’t bother to preach about the chances and odds. Don’t bother to preach about the things that should and shouldn’t be.

I’m not listening. You shouldn’t either.