May 18, 2007
From the desk of Jane Galt:Clarification
I realise, looking back over today's posts, that it sounds as if I am writing them from the bridge railing, typing with one hand because the other arm is wrapped firmly around the piling. Perhaps you have shivered as you imagined me pausing between posts to gaze down at the deep, deep waters, rushing inexorably onward under my feet towards fate, and the sea . . .
Everyone has an anno horribilus now and then. Mine has been, perhaps, a little longer and more horribilus than most, but on the other hand, only because I had more to lose. My last such stretch, right after 9/11, was followed by three very good years; I presume the same will be true again. The references to my bad luck were intended to be amusing, not to produce an outpouring of sympathy. It is, after all, quite lucky that bad luck is so often so funny.
Not that I am not grateful for every nice word. I just don't want you to think that I'm one of those tiresome people who is constantly demanding that others rush to comfort them. I exist to amuse and edify, not annoy.
Posted by Jane Galt at May 18, 2007 6:19 PM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound linksIf it makes you feel better, I never provided any words of comfort.
Meg - If I were you I'd be excited.
At least in my life - it has always been darkest before the dawn.
There seems to be a set point for luck = X. If you have a run of bad luck, each unlucky event reduces your luck average. X-1, X-2, X-3, you end up -6 below the lucky mean. The universe, at least in my experience, doesn't like you to diverge too far from the mean.
When a number of bad things happen in a row, it just means the universe is preparing something really great.
Now, I admit, these are just irrational thoughts that help me get through the day. But hey - it works for me.
Jmo seems to be advancing an algebra of luck. If anyone can develop a calculus of luck, that would be truly useful. Alas, I am ill-equipped for the task.
Cheerful is as cheerful does - and you strike me as pretty cheerful. Laugh through those tears and eventually the laughter predominates. God knows I've told myself that a lot this last 12 months...and it's kinda worked.
You have at least three readers in common. In fact, for some reason I have it in my head that you and Matthew socialize (perhaps because you were in Silver Spring for a while), and when your site went down I was sufficiently concerned to consider writing to him to ask if you were OK.
Out of either laziness, common sense, or the unreality of people on the internet I've never actually met, I didn't.
I'm sorry about your dog, I hope lots of good things do happen to you, and please keep writing - I do enjoy hearing from intelligent people with whom I don't agree all the time. And it doesn't hurt that you were apparently a year in front of me at our undergraduate institution.
I'm long 500 JG December happinesses futures.
I have to say... you really do edify and amuse and I am glad you are back up and running.
It was dull going without this site to read each day. I really pictured you having gone off to Vermont to do organic cheese farming with a new German lover (his name was Gunther), or some such other escapist activity.
Perhaps you should be doing something escapist. Take some vacation time and get out of Dodge. Grab a cheapass flight to a faraway place with a reasonable exchange rate and just relax.
"I'm long 500 JG December happinesses futures.
Posted by Chris"
joining you on the bid.
"I exist to amuse and edify"
My kinda chick! Glad you're at it.
Re: Doc's suggestion, it helped when I did it. I had one of those years when everything but my health had collapsed, capped by the cancer death of one of my best friends. Another friend, my partner in Istanbul, sent an e-mail invitation to meet in Prague for a long weekend.
I remember our conversation at a sun-drenched cafe on Charles Square where we looked back on our most recent year, mine full of disappointment, and our last ten years each as busy, single dads, and our prospects of more of the same. One thing that was impossible to predict, especially given our attitudes toward permanent relationships at that point, was that within a couple years, we would both be very happily remarried. You never know what life brings.
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I too have had a run of bad luck in my personal life, starting in 2001 and running to last year. It included: having to have a dog put down, 4 major surgeries on my mom (two knee replacements, mastectomy and quad bypass), death of my maternal grandmother, 6 months of my dad in ICU followed by his death, dealing with my dad's estate and sale of his medical practice, my teenage daughter having severe school problems (notwithstanding being a National Merit Semifinalist), incredible stress at work (I was on a shuttle return to flight project during much of this), my company losing the contract we were working on, etc.
However, my daughter has found a good place to be in college and is working through her panic disorder, my mom is stable and getting better, and after some adventures I am in a dream job building the Orion Crew Exploration Vehicle.
So, in my case, the light at the end of the tunnel wasn't a train. I hope you'll be as lucky.
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