Friday, April 22, 2011

100% chance

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Tomorrow, my older son has a track meet in nearby Springfield. He will throw the discus and I plan to watch.

The weather report says there is a 100% chance of rain.

When the chances of anything are 100%, what's the point of complaining?

On the other hand, if it doesn't rain, whom do I complain to?
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1 comment:

  1. As a child, I observed various women relations gather during special occasions under the same roof, and share stories about their woes with sons. One aunt would console another, do not feel sad, because all sons behave like "this" (or like "that). To quote an example, when one son found a girlfriend, his mother was weeping that he hardly returns home for dinner anymore, and the aunt will say "all sons are like this, they grow up, find girlfriends, get married, and sooner or later they will have to move out and leave you.

    The irony is always about the boomerang that returns when thrown, when the aunt's son himself found a girlfriend, and stays out perpetually, and gets sniggered back in return with the very same advice she once gave another carelessly.

    As a practising Buddhist, I wonder if I have made the biggest mistake when the Buddha's report says that there is a 100% chance of an ordinary male being attracted to females, and vice versa.

    In my elaborate escape from this system, I realised that I committed the grave-est offence when at a juncture when the chances of me being aroused by a girl is none, my mother complains that I err-ed.

    I guess her silence is deafening when I chose money-less and sex-less as a solution.

    Now why am I complaining to you dad?

    :)

    lionel

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