The Trouble With Harry/Tribbles/e-Voting
I used to believe in fate. I used to believe that there was some order to the world, some plan that ultimately leads us where we should be. Then I woke up. I realized that everything is chaos. There's no order or design to life. There are actions and reactions, consequences and nothing more.
I used to believe in love. I still believe in love, I suppose, but in a different way. Consider me as an example while we do the math. Take the world's population, some six and a half billion (ish) people. What percentage would I consider datable? About two hundred fifty million females between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five inhabit the earth. This is my raw love base. Now the percentages:
English-speaking: approximately seven percent.
Attractive: approximately fifty percent.
Based on those criteria alone, we've narrowed the raw love base to about about eight and three quarter million. That's roughly one tenth of a percent of the world's population. How many of those people could I possibly be in love with? This truthfully can't be quantified, but for the purpose of this illustration we'll arbitrarily assign a value of ten percent. Ten percent of the acceptable love base has love candidacy. Now we must consider mutual feelings. Assuming the numbers are the same for my true love (wherever she may be), we can now assume there is a one in one hundred million chance I will ever meet this person in my lifetime.
That's the math of love. It's abysmal.
I used to believe in love. I still believe in love, I suppose, but in a different way. Consider me as an example while we do the math. Take the world's population, some six and a half billion (ish) people. What percentage would I consider datable? About two hundred fifty million females between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five inhabit the earth. This is my raw love base. Now the percentages:
English-speaking: approximately seven percent.
Attractive: approximately fifty percent.
Based on those criteria alone, we've narrowed the raw love base to about about eight and three quarter million. That's roughly one tenth of a percent of the world's population. How many of those people could I possibly be in love with? This truthfully can't be quantified, but for the purpose of this illustration we'll arbitrarily assign a value of ten percent. Ten percent of the acceptable love base has love candidacy. Now we must consider mutual feelings. Assuming the numbers are the same for my true love (wherever she may be), we can now assume there is a one in one hundred million chance I will ever meet this person in my lifetime.
That's the math of love. It's abysmal.