Being A Dumbass

I'm the sort of dumbass that never learns. If there was a judgment day and everyone watched my life on instant replay, they'd laugh their balls off (where applicable). See, the problem is that my gut is almost never wrong. If I were to "see" something, chances are that it would come to pass. Despite this, though, I always seem to persist in cooking up some thought to basically override what the gut tells me.

Like today? I was intending to have dinner, so I went around the stalls. I saw a bowl of stuff that I thought I was craving. Then I got this nice little vision of a bowl of watery, unappetizing soup. My urges won out, however, and I managed to convince myself that perhaps these fellas would make me a decent bowl.

So yeah, I got my order and it was exactly the bowl of watery, unappetizing soup. Better yet, it was bland enough that I really couldn't finish it. The moral of the story? Pretty much what I've been trying to tell myself all this while: Trust your gut! Really. It's dumbassed to be so irrational as to pin everything on fat hope when the answer is so obvious right in front of me. Note that, Fenris.