Mar 28, 2010


Every job has a "side job" attached to it
I used to work in a betting agency many years ago, and I remember the betters telling me all the time they had been unlucky because the horse they gambled on was overtaken in the last inches of the race, or because they had betted on the very horse that arrived in the last position and so on. Well, I think every job has kind of a little "side job", just like many videogames have "side quests" waiting for you along the mainstream of the prImary one, the quest you have to follow to reach the "game over" message. Needless to say, this secondary service you provide for free most of the times, as it doesn't appear in the contract. My side job was in that case to give comfort to battered customers mostly with standardized talks. It's curious, how some talks you normally disregard as being futile or cheap, can become significant when you are in an emotionally pregnant situation, like when you are confronted with a danger, or when you have missed an important goal and you are disappointed, or simply when you are stressed out etc. That is exactly what happened with customers at my workplace. Originality was not an option there. Oppressed by the caprices of fate, it was more like they seeked the safe haven and soothing firmness of the platitudes I had to offer.

The bottom line: do not gamble with that human nature of yours
I must confess tha from time to time I couldn't help plain and unrequested honesty to spill out of me. Like when that guy complained that one of his colleagues in misfortune was actually bringing him bad luck, and in my infinite ingenuity I objected that in a place like that one simply brings bad luck to nobody other than himself. Or like in that circumstance, when I heard somebody complain that he was having bad luck, because his horse had just lost the race, only to say of himself a little later that he was lucky because the horse of his last bet had won. When he came to my counter to cash out, I couldn't avoid asking him how he could say that he was unlucky at one time and lucky speaking of the opposite circumstance. Isn't there such a thing as a median point where the coordinates of thought intersecate to form a thing the closest possible to the truth? Normally you would say that if you play a game in which the odds are stacked against you, winning speaks in favour of sheer luck, and that it's perfectly normal for you to lose your money, if you decide to take a chance. Not to mention that in the long run gambling is a lose-lose situation for any hardcore fan.  After all, gambling is all about emotions and nothing about reasoning, isnt' it? But let's not gang up on gambling alone. How many times in life do we presuade ourselves that some of our acts are driven by pure thoughts, when in fact insticts dominate? And let's bring the structure of our brain into play: the outer layer, the cortex, is what formed the latest, after million years of evolution. Can we really lure ourselves into thinking that any of our thoughts can remain unaffected by the the fact that we share the core of our cerebrum with the brutest beings? If we cannot see the forest for the trees in this respect, we might as well think that earthquakes are properly acts of God and not the results of massive movements in the deeper levels of our planet. Nature speaks our same language, and being able to grasp analogies with any of its phaenomena is the only way we can use our intelligence in a proper manner and be rewarded accordingly (take Fibonacci, for example). The philosophers I admired and studied the most were those who employed their own rationality to justify the limits of this same rationality when confronted to the overwhelming power of mother-nature (Schopenhauer) and human greed (Marx). Weird as it might appear, the first step to emancipation from nature can only be the aknowledgement of its true importance and incessant presence in our mortal life.

"Vampire woman threatens the drawer to do to him what he desires so much."

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