Whoever said understanding people was easy.
The funniest thing is when people try to act as though life is really complicated when it isn't even that big a problem. Then you spend your whole life trying to figure out what exactly they want to achieve at the end of everything that they are doing, but come to a fruitless result.
No one likes to be misunderstood. Yet sometimes, we try our very best to make ourselves mysterious and seemingly incomprehensible, just so that we can get to a state where we can tell ourselves that our lives are so miserable because no one understands us. It seems quite Nietzsche-an a concept to imperceptibly allow ourselves to fall into a state of misery so that we can ultimately pity ourselves. As plainly ridiculous as it may seem from a third party's point of view, it doesn't stop us from slipping into that very state ourselves.
Occasionally, you just have to sit back, pull yourself away from trying to solve every problem in the world, and just let people do whatever they want until they realize that the ultimate solution to all their problems in the world lies in self-realization, a growing acceptance of it and finally taking practical action to resolve issues.
Otherwise, why be content with letting life's denizens take their problematic lives and live them vicariously through you?
I say, life's stability comes from learning not to rely on the emotional states of humans.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Young and Old
Today, whilst working at the store, I happened to chance upon a very odd couple of customers walking in to purchase something. What do I mean by odd? Well, for one, you'd normally expect dating couples, husbands and wives, friends and buddies, or married men with their mistresses to come and do their shopping together here. In this case, it was an elderly uncle with what I would think was his grand-daughter, a girl whom I think could not have been anything more than 13 or 14 years old. She was small, and more on the heavy side, wearing shorts, slippers and a oversized pink puremilk tee shirt.
Most of time, natural bias would cause me to start thinking to myself that this old uncle and his grand daughter were probably just walking around and wanted to come into what would seem like a colourful, bright and attractive looking shop with loud and 'cool' fashion merchandise. Once they took a look at the prices, or the overdose of skulls and scantily dressed women on the designs, they should probably be sufficiently scared off.
To my surprise, the uncle approached me asking for Medium sized female clothing, which we normally don't put out on display. I tried my best to hide the look on my face when I thought to myself: "I don't think your grand daughter can fit into medium, and she looks like she still has a lot of years to grow, so it's kind of a waste of money to buy something so expensive when it doesn't make any sense at all."
Obviously, I didn't voice this concern out loud. Business is still business, ultimately. I gave a obliging smile, and went into the store room to bring out whatever medium-sized clothing I could find, knowing in my heart that here was probably a customer who was going to be disappointed by the fact that the clothes were not going to be a good fit for them.
After bringing out the clothes, I allowed the little girl to see what she would like, and her grandfather was also browsing through the meagre pickings that I managed to get from the storeroom. Naturally, nothing in that pile was to her liking, considering that all the nicer designs did not have the medium sizes left.
Her grandfather picked out the outfit which he thought was the nicest in that pile, and candidly told me that he had actually went over to our other outlet before this and found nothing in medium sizes, so they travelled down here to try their luck to find something else. While this happened, the little girl picked out another piece of clothing that only came in the small size, and wanted to try it on.
When you're in the retail and service industry, you don't tell the customer what they can't fit into. You just let them go ahead and try whatever they want to. I guided the little girl to the fitting room to try on the tee shirt that was too small for her. And while she tried on her outfit, I chatted with the old uncle. He then shared with me that he had actually came by the store before and picked out 2 tee shirts for the girl but they had been the men's designs because nothing in the female selection came in a size that he thought could have fit his grand daughter.
And at this point in time, I began to think to myself, it must have been the case that this little girl felt that her grandfather did not pick out what she thought was nice and would look good on her, therefore she herself dragged him back to the store to try on something else that she would be happy with. I felt a little bit sorry for the old man, but continued to await the verdict when the girl stepped out of the fitting room.
So upon opening the door, it was plain to see that the shirt was too small, and the sleeves were way too tight for her. It must have been really uncomfortable to be wearing that, and the old uncle proceeded to ask my opinion whether or not I thought it was a good fit. I personally think that we need some honesty in the service industry, no matter how the customer may be right all the time. I told him that I thought the shirt was too small, and he agreed (obviously). The little girl however, didn't seem convinced by what we said.
She went back in to try another medium sized piece of clothing, but it was clear from the look on her face that she didn't think that the medium sized outfit was as nice as the small one she had picked out.
It was during this time that I asked the uncle a casual question to try and break the awkward silence while waiting. I said, in very colloquial chinese, "She (referring to the little girl) likes this brand huh?"
"Yes! You know... she sees the people from the church wearing it and says it's very nice. This store is opened by the church right?" replied the old uncle.
Now I was a little at a loss for words. What do I say to that? I just smiled and laughed, trying to change the topic. Thankfully, the girl opened the door at that point in time and came out bearing the small and the medium sized tee shirts, saving me from any more awkward questions.
The uncle knew that she would not be happy unless they had purchased something, so he automatically went for what he thought was the nicer and better fit: the medium tee shirt. But in all her stubborness, the little girl said that she felt the small one was nicer, and that she felt it was a good and comfortable fit for her. The uncle turned to me and gave me a look that somewhat spelt resignation and I knew that he just wanted the little girl to be happy no matter whether or not he felt that she was making a bad decision and choice.
I gave my well-practiced smile, took the item and proceeded to transact the item for them. After they had left, I started to think to myself about 2 main issues:
1) Have we created a monster by imbibing this image of what is 'beautiful' and 'good-looking' to be seen through the branding of fashion that we don? A little girl of 14 years refuses to believe that anything lesser (or in this case, bigger) than a small sized tee shirt from this brand would make her a more beautiful person. I think we need to seriously consider how we're feeding ideas and beliefs into the system of the younger generation who are still in the process of discovering what is self-identity and having a stable and secure self-esteem about themselves.
2) How is that a parent, or grand-parent, can love a child so much that even when he knows that she is obviously being a pain, waste his precious money that could have been put to so much better use on buying something so frivolous and temporal for her? I think it's times like these when I realize all the more that I should have begun to realize so much earlier how to appreciate and treasure the loved ones that used to be around to shower that unconditional and all accepting love on you. Part of me wanted to reach out and slap the little girl and tell her to try and understand what her grandfather was going through by buying her that top, and yet she had a look on her face that spelt out "I deserve this".
It may seem like a small problem, but I felt something bubbling inside of me when that incident occurred. And it was obviously uncomfortable enough for me to force myself to write something this long about it. I'm just feeling a little mix of regret at my own past mistakes, coupled with some self-righteous anger towards the immaturity and childish nature of kids these days. Let's not even begin on the issue about how she was from church. That's another whole topic to be discussed on another day and time.
Most of time, natural bias would cause me to start thinking to myself that this old uncle and his grand daughter were probably just walking around and wanted to come into what would seem like a colourful, bright and attractive looking shop with loud and 'cool' fashion merchandise. Once they took a look at the prices, or the overdose of skulls and scantily dressed women on the designs, they should probably be sufficiently scared off.
To my surprise, the uncle approached me asking for Medium sized female clothing, which we normally don't put out on display. I tried my best to hide the look on my face when I thought to myself: "I don't think your grand daughter can fit into medium, and she looks like she still has a lot of years to grow, so it's kind of a waste of money to buy something so expensive when it doesn't make any sense at all."
Obviously, I didn't voice this concern out loud. Business is still business, ultimately. I gave a obliging smile, and went into the store room to bring out whatever medium-sized clothing I could find, knowing in my heart that here was probably a customer who was going to be disappointed by the fact that the clothes were not going to be a good fit for them.
After bringing out the clothes, I allowed the little girl to see what she would like, and her grandfather was also browsing through the meagre pickings that I managed to get from the storeroom. Naturally, nothing in that pile was to her liking, considering that all the nicer designs did not have the medium sizes left.
Her grandfather picked out the outfit which he thought was the nicest in that pile, and candidly told me that he had actually went over to our other outlet before this and found nothing in medium sizes, so they travelled down here to try their luck to find something else. While this happened, the little girl picked out another piece of clothing that only came in the small size, and wanted to try it on.
When you're in the retail and service industry, you don't tell the customer what they can't fit into. You just let them go ahead and try whatever they want to. I guided the little girl to the fitting room to try on the tee shirt that was too small for her. And while she tried on her outfit, I chatted with the old uncle. He then shared with me that he had actually came by the store before and picked out 2 tee shirts for the girl but they had been the men's designs because nothing in the female selection came in a size that he thought could have fit his grand daughter.
And at this point in time, I began to think to myself, it must have been the case that this little girl felt that her grandfather did not pick out what she thought was nice and would look good on her, therefore she herself dragged him back to the store to try on something else that she would be happy with. I felt a little bit sorry for the old man, but continued to await the verdict when the girl stepped out of the fitting room.
So upon opening the door, it was plain to see that the shirt was too small, and the sleeves were way too tight for her. It must have been really uncomfortable to be wearing that, and the old uncle proceeded to ask my opinion whether or not I thought it was a good fit. I personally think that we need some honesty in the service industry, no matter how the customer may be right all the time. I told him that I thought the shirt was too small, and he agreed (obviously). The little girl however, didn't seem convinced by what we said.
She went back in to try another medium sized piece of clothing, but it was clear from the look on her face that she didn't think that the medium sized outfit was as nice as the small one she had picked out.
It was during this time that I asked the uncle a casual question to try and break the awkward silence while waiting. I said, in very colloquial chinese, "She (referring to the little girl) likes this brand huh?"
"Yes! You know... she sees the people from the church wearing it and says it's very nice. This store is opened by the church right?" replied the old uncle.
Now I was a little at a loss for words. What do I say to that? I just smiled and laughed, trying to change the topic. Thankfully, the girl opened the door at that point in time and came out bearing the small and the medium sized tee shirts, saving me from any more awkward questions.
The uncle knew that she would not be happy unless they had purchased something, so he automatically went for what he thought was the nicer and better fit: the medium tee shirt. But in all her stubborness, the little girl said that she felt the small one was nicer, and that she felt it was a good and comfortable fit for her. The uncle turned to me and gave me a look that somewhat spelt resignation and I knew that he just wanted the little girl to be happy no matter whether or not he felt that she was making a bad decision and choice.
I gave my well-practiced smile, took the item and proceeded to transact the item for them. After they had left, I started to think to myself about 2 main issues:
1) Have we created a monster by imbibing this image of what is 'beautiful' and 'good-looking' to be seen through the branding of fashion that we don? A little girl of 14 years refuses to believe that anything lesser (or in this case, bigger) than a small sized tee shirt from this brand would make her a more beautiful person. I think we need to seriously consider how we're feeding ideas and beliefs into the system of the younger generation who are still in the process of discovering what is self-identity and having a stable and secure self-esteem about themselves.
2) How is that a parent, or grand-parent, can love a child so much that even when he knows that she is obviously being a pain, waste his precious money that could have been put to so much better use on buying something so frivolous and temporal for her? I think it's times like these when I realize all the more that I should have begun to realize so much earlier how to appreciate and treasure the loved ones that used to be around to shower that unconditional and all accepting love on you. Part of me wanted to reach out and slap the little girl and tell her to try and understand what her grandfather was going through by buying her that top, and yet she had a look on her face that spelt out "I deserve this".
It may seem like a small problem, but I felt something bubbling inside of me when that incident occurred. And it was obviously uncomfortable enough for me to force myself to write something this long about it. I'm just feeling a little mix of regret at my own past mistakes, coupled with some self-righteous anger towards the immaturity and childish nature of kids these days. Let's not even begin on the issue about how she was from church. That's another whole topic to be discussed on another day and time.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Opening up a stoic heart.
Here I am, sitting behind a counter and waiting for someone else to come in so that I can go off to the toilet. Sounds pretty interesting, no? Except that I could be spending my Sundays much more wisely and to better use, that's true. Oh well, I won't claim that working now is a waste of time, because I honestly do think it's pretty fun in a lot of ways. And besides, the extra pocket money isn't hurting one bit. Just that things are getting a little bit tougher with all the workload from school coming in heaps and trying to drown me.
ANYWAY, since I've got some spare time and no one seems interested in doing a little bit of shopping and spending at the store, I'm going to use this time to blog. Mwahaha.
I am still very much amazed at how powerful the internet truly is. And also, to add to that fact, how small the WWW actually is. Although we know that the internet is generally an infinitely expansive amount of cyberspace, somehow it doesn't really strike us how fast we can find things and reach different destinations on the web. I mean... this is provided you're not using a computer from the middle ages. Haha.
But anyhow, it's interesting to be able to get to one point to another in timings less than a fraction of a second. Makes it seem almost ridiculous, like where are we getting all this stuff that we're seeing on the webpage from? Pulled that out of Doraemon's magical black-hole pocket?
What's even more intriguing about the internet is how we always seem to be able to chance upon certain things that we didn't think we would find when we typed in something into say... a search engine. So imagine my surprise when I come across some stuff that I suppose, isn't exactly forbidden territory to me, but I think that it would rather embarrassing for the person to realize that I've stumbled upon such a part of his/her life. Funny in some ways too, actually. Haha.
So I've concluded somehow that people, no matter how they act and behave in public, always somehow go back to that 'secret place' of their lives where they truly be the person that they've always been, not having to put up false images and fronts that are used to hoax people into thinking better of them, or chasing away undesirables, etc. Most people aren't contented to keep that secret self of theirs hidden and private completely, which leads to the popularization of blogging and keeping online diaries.
Why? Because that's what blogging really is all about: A legit way of expressing your narcissistic ambition of letting the whole world know who you really are and what you think. People deny this by saying things like they've got a password lock on their blog and stuff like that. Come on... you and I both know that no lock can keep everyone out of stuff that you're practically hawking on the streets of cyberspace!
I don't blame anyone for doing so though, because I'm partaking of this activity myself, and it's just another way of calling out to the world to notice you; an innate part of humanity. So here's the case, you want people to know about your deep inner self, which you aren't willing to reveal in the public persona that you carry for various reasons, and eventually it culminates and projects itself in reality as a blog post! Ta-dah.
And now I can safely and confidently say that I will look at people in a completely different manner, after, in some ways, knowing them more intimately through the revelation of their secret selves on the net. Since initially, all I thought of them was what I heard from people and my own personal interaction with them, which may have brought about pretty miserable results because they might not have that desire to share their lives with me in such detail yet. But it alway helps to understand people more, 'cause you begin seeing the entire and whole truth about things, and that somehow gives you a better understanding of people and their nature, helping you not to be so quick to slap judgment on them.
You might actually be discerning enough at the end of this to realize that I've come one full circle to bring across a simple confession. Haha. If you don't realize it then forget it, it's not meant to be known then. But otherwise... yup, I'm guilty as charged.
ANYWAY, since I've got some spare time and no one seems interested in doing a little bit of shopping and spending at the store, I'm going to use this time to blog. Mwahaha.
I am still very much amazed at how powerful the internet truly is. And also, to add to that fact, how small the WWW actually is. Although we know that the internet is generally an infinitely expansive amount of cyberspace, somehow it doesn't really strike us how fast we can find things and reach different destinations on the web. I mean... this is provided you're not using a computer from the middle ages. Haha.
But anyhow, it's interesting to be able to get to one point to another in timings less than a fraction of a second. Makes it seem almost ridiculous, like where are we getting all this stuff that we're seeing on the webpage from? Pulled that out of Doraemon's magical black-hole pocket?
What's even more intriguing about the internet is how we always seem to be able to chance upon certain things that we didn't think we would find when we typed in something into say... a search engine. So imagine my surprise when I come across some stuff that I suppose, isn't exactly forbidden territory to me, but I think that it would rather embarrassing for the person to realize that I've stumbled upon such a part of his/her life. Funny in some ways too, actually. Haha.
So I've concluded somehow that people, no matter how they act and behave in public, always somehow go back to that 'secret place' of their lives where they truly be the person that they've always been, not having to put up false images and fronts that are used to hoax people into thinking better of them, or chasing away undesirables, etc. Most people aren't contented to keep that secret self of theirs hidden and private completely, which leads to the popularization of blogging and keeping online diaries.
Why? Because that's what blogging really is all about: A legit way of expressing your narcissistic ambition of letting the whole world know who you really are and what you think. People deny this by saying things like they've got a password lock on their blog and stuff like that. Come on... you and I both know that no lock can keep everyone out of stuff that you're practically hawking on the streets of cyberspace!
I don't blame anyone for doing so though, because I'm partaking of this activity myself, and it's just another way of calling out to the world to notice you; an innate part of humanity. So here's the case, you want people to know about your deep inner self, which you aren't willing to reveal in the public persona that you carry for various reasons, and eventually it culminates and projects itself in reality as a blog post! Ta-dah.
And now I can safely and confidently say that I will look at people in a completely different manner, after, in some ways, knowing them more intimately through the revelation of their secret selves on the net. Since initially, all I thought of them was what I heard from people and my own personal interaction with them, which may have brought about pretty miserable results because they might not have that desire to share their lives with me in such detail yet. But it alway helps to understand people more, 'cause you begin seeing the entire and whole truth about things, and that somehow gives you a better understanding of people and their nature, helping you not to be so quick to slap judgment on them.
You might actually be discerning enough at the end of this to realize that I've come one full circle to bring across a simple confession. Haha. If you don't realize it then forget it, it's not meant to be known then. But otherwise... yup, I'm guilty as charged.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
From down at Tienie Street
I've kinda, somewhere along the line in life, given up on the habit of telling people that I'm okay when they ask the proverbial question 'Are you okay?'. I mean, except for the occasion that I really do feel pretty okay and I think that my EQ and capacity is high enough to withstand stress such that I'm not about to break down any moment in a bucket of tears and weepy stuff. Otherwise, I'm not about to be dramatic and pretend that I'm doing okay.
Recently, I've been listening to Justin Taylor's music a whole lot again. It's like a cycle thing with him. Haha... I go back to it when I've finished a long cycle of not listening to him. And he's always been awesome with all his self-written compositions and all. It's just that it's not something that you should listen to constantly and permanently, unlike say... Paramore or Muse, you know...? Basically it's music that gets you thinking about life and getting you to wonder about all the important issues that he seems to highlight in his music which you would otherwise not bother thinking about but yet be subconciously committing all the time.
So "I Will Not Be Fine" is a simple yet powerful message about how sometimes we get into these things in life, and obviously most of the time, Taylor is addressing how people fall in and out of relationships where they lose that partner in life, (obviously the guy having been dumped by the girl unceremoniously because he's not been a good catch), and then having to weep in his own corner and bemoan the fact that now, she has moved on with her life while he is still all hung up over her. Which is a pretty darn normal thing I would actually say~
I mean... we can go on and on about how after a long period of time, we are pretty much numb to the fact that things have somehow blown over and we aren't that much a victim of the situation and circumstantial irony that surrounded everything that we do, (remember how everything after the break up seemed to remind you of the good times you had in the past?), but you know somewhere deep inside yourself that you aren't really doing as 'okay' as you'd like to be. No matter what we tell other people, no matter how much we've been able to move on with life, some part of that has been scarred and totalled inside of you.
Then, "what the heck are we supposed to do?" is the next question that you should be asking and the question that logically follows in the entire sequence of events. Haha... that's a good question actually, and one that I don't exactly have an answer to as well. "What CAN we do?" is the question that should replace that in fact. Mainly due to the fact that so many things in life are beyond our control, and to that effect, even our own emotions and actions sometimes don't follow the way we think in our brain and head. Case of heart and mind in conflict? No doubt...
I suppose that the best thing that we may then proceed on to doing is to just live life and recognize that some part of our life is just made to be in that shape and size. Some things are meant to hurt us in certain ways, so that we can always remember how it feels like and never go back to a situation where we are so vulnerable again, or to set you up so that when you finally open yourself up again, it will be such a step of faith that you will be able to know that it's something you've got to throw your entire life in to gain a reward. Some experiences are meant to guide you better in life and some are there to act as a marker for the future.
Either way, you've got one thing down pat for sure. You know that some thing is waiting for you out there, (no... not an alien), and you have to, without any strand of doubt, put away the fear that it might not match up to the original goodness that you've had and just take what is in front of you for what it's worth. Even if you constantly having this struggle within you where you're worried about whether you'll be comparing things again, you eventually figure out that you should be happy with whatever you've got now.
Live life like it's going to end tomorrow. Because it really just might. Who knows...?
Recently, I've been listening to Justin Taylor's music a whole lot again. It's like a cycle thing with him. Haha... I go back to it when I've finished a long cycle of not listening to him. And he's always been awesome with all his self-written compositions and all. It's just that it's not something that you should listen to constantly and permanently, unlike say... Paramore or Muse, you know...? Basically it's music that gets you thinking about life and getting you to wonder about all the important issues that he seems to highlight in his music which you would otherwise not bother thinking about but yet be subconciously committing all the time.
So "I Will Not Be Fine" is a simple yet powerful message about how sometimes we get into these things in life, and obviously most of the time, Taylor is addressing how people fall in and out of relationships where they lose that partner in life, (obviously the guy having been dumped by the girl unceremoniously because he's not been a good catch), and then having to weep in his own corner and bemoan the fact that now, she has moved on with her life while he is still all hung up over her. Which is a pretty darn normal thing I would actually say~
I mean... we can go on and on about how after a long period of time, we are pretty much numb to the fact that things have somehow blown over and we aren't that much a victim of the situation and circumstantial irony that surrounded everything that we do, (remember how everything after the break up seemed to remind you of the good times you had in the past?), but you know somewhere deep inside yourself that you aren't really doing as 'okay' as you'd like to be. No matter what we tell other people, no matter how much we've been able to move on with life, some part of that has been scarred and totalled inside of you.
Then, "what the heck are we supposed to do?" is the next question that you should be asking and the question that logically follows in the entire sequence of events. Haha... that's a good question actually, and one that I don't exactly have an answer to as well. "What CAN we do?" is the question that should replace that in fact. Mainly due to the fact that so many things in life are beyond our control, and to that effect, even our own emotions and actions sometimes don't follow the way we think in our brain and head. Case of heart and mind in conflict? No doubt...
I suppose that the best thing that we may then proceed on to doing is to just live life and recognize that some part of our life is just made to be in that shape and size. Some things are meant to hurt us in certain ways, so that we can always remember how it feels like and never go back to a situation where we are so vulnerable again, or to set you up so that when you finally open yourself up again, it will be such a step of faith that you will be able to know that it's something you've got to throw your entire life in to gain a reward. Some experiences are meant to guide you better in life and some are there to act as a marker for the future.
Either way, you've got one thing down pat for sure. You know that some thing is waiting for you out there, (no... not an alien), and you have to, without any strand of doubt, put away the fear that it might not match up to the original goodness that you've had and just take what is in front of you for what it's worth. Even if you constantly having this struggle within you where you're worried about whether you'll be comparing things again, you eventually figure out that you should be happy with whatever you've got now.
Live life like it's going to end tomorrow. Because it really just might. Who knows...?
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The Question is: "How?"
It's true that only true friends chide you with the intention of helping you to move on from a bad place to something better.
Now there needs to be something done about things.
Now there needs to be something done about things.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Liberty and Freedom
It's frankly quite hard to achieve living a life of total and complete liberty to be able to do what you want to do. I mean not to say that we encroach on the territory of the lawless and unmentionables... but mainly more of how we would all love to just be able to live life without having to bother about the comments, opinions and criticisms that come from the others around us, especially those close to our hearts.
People who are trustworthy will somehow stick by you even when they know that the situation points to an ugly truth. They just want to wait for you to have an opportune time to hear things from your perspective and give you their advice in the most loving but effective method possible. Harsh is something you can't escape from in terms of teaching someone to not get into trouble I suppose.
On the other hand, I just find it weird that some people are too quick to pull the trigger and draw the blade to deal the first blow when the right moment to do so arises. It almost gives you the feeling that they're lying in wait for that moment to come by so that they can do some damage. Which is strange because it leaves you wondering what warrants something like that to be done to you. However, it does tell you that you've probably gone on the wrong track with this person in terms of building a friendship and relationship.
Let the world do what they want... That is true. Maybe more importantly, we can't give them a chance to start drawing the first blood when we haven't even done so. God knows, I suppose. Time to start trusting, Tim.
People who are trustworthy will somehow stick by you even when they know that the situation points to an ugly truth. They just want to wait for you to have an opportune time to hear things from your perspective and give you their advice in the most loving but effective method possible. Harsh is something you can't escape from in terms of teaching someone to not get into trouble I suppose.
On the other hand, I just find it weird that some people are too quick to pull the trigger and draw the blade to deal the first blow when the right moment to do so arises. It almost gives you the feeling that they're lying in wait for that moment to come by so that they can do some damage. Which is strange because it leaves you wondering what warrants something like that to be done to you. However, it does tell you that you've probably gone on the wrong track with this person in terms of building a friendship and relationship.
Let the world do what they want... That is true. Maybe more importantly, we can't give them a chance to start drawing the first blood when we haven't even done so. God knows, I suppose. Time to start trusting, Tim.
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