the wonder that is Debilitating Logic
a progression in stages
stage one (the first stage)
i like piano -->
i would enjoy pgsa for piano -->
i should apply to said programme -->
SUCCESS
stage two (the second stage)
i am a semifinalist -->
i have an audition -->
i should prepare for said audition
SUCCESS
but oh! stage three (the third stage)
doubt at my qualification and competency -->
attitude of psychological defeatism -->
no practicing, no Form completion
FAILURE
stage four (the fourth stage)
recollection of the initial goal and renewed faith in abilities -->
practicing, Form completion
SUCCESS
stage five (the fifth stage)
magically appear at auditions -->
i audition -->
judgement -->
WHAT.
look at stage three. look at it fucking me over this weekend. look. look. because stage four began about 2 hours ago. What.
and apparently the Improvisational segment consists of "hey, improvise something for us!"
dude.
i can't do that.
and it kills me to walk in consciously unprepared, but What Am I Supposed To Do. i ask you. rhetorically.
this is Not panic.
this is reasoned, cold, objective observation.
i shall go and i shall conquer.
and then i shall realize that i have conquered luxembourg and it has sinced ceased to exist because i accidentally killed all of its citizens and the EU didn't really want it anyhow, as it was 2 feet. square, to be sure, but still.
metaphors win life. especially those that win. those ones win life.
stage one (the first stage)
i like piano -->
i would enjoy pgsa for piano -->
i should apply to said programme -->
SUCCESS
stage two (the second stage)
i am a semifinalist -->
i have an audition -->
i should prepare for said audition
SUCCESS
but oh! stage three (the third stage)
doubt at my qualification and competency -->
attitude of psychological defeatism -->
no practicing, no Form completion
FAILURE
stage four (the fourth stage)
recollection of the initial goal and renewed faith in abilities -->
practicing, Form completion
SUCCESS
stage five (the fifth stage)
magically appear at auditions -->
i audition -->
judgement -->
WHAT.
look at stage three. look at it fucking me over this weekend. look. look. because stage four began about 2 hours ago. What.
and apparently the Improvisational segment consists of "hey, improvise something for us!"
dude.
i can't do that.
and it kills me to walk in consciously unprepared, but What Am I Supposed To Do. i ask you. rhetorically.
this is Not panic.
this is reasoned, cold, objective observation.
i shall go and i shall conquer.
and then i shall realize that i have conquered luxembourg and it has sinced ceased to exist because i accidentally killed all of its citizens and the EU didn't really want it anyhow, as it was 2 feet. square, to be sure, but still.
metaphors win life. especially those that win. those ones win life.