There is this feeling, a very lovely feeling, where you make up a plan and it is executed to perfection. You feel proud, you feel smug, and you feel that you successfully predicted the human reaction to a stimulus. In other words, you feel brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.
I know because I've had several plans, pranks, and lies go perfectly. I benefited greatly from these accomplishments even if the benefit wasn't obvious. So I know a little something about plans.
Sometimes they fail.
It's one of the most depressing feelings in the world, when well made plans fail to follow through. Disappointment, anger, frustration, and sadness permeate your mood after the failure. Your mind goes into circles of how? where? why? and you can't really stop it till you forget or you solve the issues.
Today a plan of mine failed. Not an important plan, or a clever one, but the principle of the thing still jabs my mind with a sharp, pointy, prehistoric stick. I lost because I didn't charge my computer. What a lame way to lose. I can't believe that the best laid plans, the ones that you work so long and hard on, are defeated by the most mundane actions. (Or in my case, the lack of one.)
Is that the moral of this story? That it's the small details that get ya? It might be. I'm not the kind of person who should be teaching you morals, though. Really, I'm not.
*pat pat*
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