fuck, ...my brain.
so here's what i've been thinking over the course of the day.
and it really came in handy because i helped dustin through a similar situation with the same metaphor i found myself figuring out at some point during my day.
i'm going to need everyone reading this to realize that i'm operating on, like, 15 minutes sleep from last night.
but here it goes:
as the pilot of a plane, if you thought it was too heavy and you were heading for a crash you would start going for some of the cargo onboard and throwing it off, right?
if you had any time whatsoever to think about it (and in this scenario you do have some time to think about it) you would throw off things that were less important, like on-flight meals and shit. you don't just start heaving the onboard pressurizer or the oxygen tanks or anything off the plane.
the things that you throw off the plane to make things lighter and more stable, and to comfort yourself... those are the things that are far less important.
especially if you only pick one, (granted an especially heavy one).
and sure, maybe you'll regret it later. maybe you'll go back with a search party or some shit. maybe it'll be findable and salvageable down the road.
but you threw it off because in that crisis moment it no longer becomes important. it no longer matters.
that's where i am; at least in this one particular situation:
i'm the useless cargo that got thrown off when times got tough.
the question is: can i really deal with that?
and it really came in handy because i helped dustin through a similar situation with the same metaphor i found myself figuring out at some point during my day.
i'm going to need everyone reading this to realize that i'm operating on, like, 15 minutes sleep from last night.
but here it goes:
as the pilot of a plane, if you thought it was too heavy and you were heading for a crash you would start going for some of the cargo onboard and throwing it off, right?
if you had any time whatsoever to think about it (and in this scenario you do have some time to think about it) you would throw off things that were less important, like on-flight meals and shit. you don't just start heaving the onboard pressurizer or the oxygen tanks or anything off the plane.
the things that you throw off the plane to make things lighter and more stable, and to comfort yourself... those are the things that are far less important.
especially if you only pick one, (granted an especially heavy one).
and sure, maybe you'll regret it later. maybe you'll go back with a search party or some shit. maybe it'll be findable and salvageable down the road.
but you threw it off because in that crisis moment it no longer becomes important. it no longer matters.
that's where i am; at least in this one particular situation:
i'm the useless cargo that got thrown off when times got tough.
the question is: can i really deal with that?