You know how some days you’ll be leaving your home, and a minute after you have walked out and are on the way to wherever you are going it starts to rain? Usually it’s not hard, but it is also clear that it will get hard soon, and you have no umbrella.
Now the clever thing to do here, particularly if you are not in a rush (which I almost never am, having neurotic punctuality issues that get me everywhere about 20 minutes early), is to go back inside and get an umbrella.
Sometimes though, that seems like an awful lot of effort. So you rationalize that it’s not raining that hard, it will stop soon, you’ll run, it’ll be fine. Of course, that’s not what really happens. What really happens is you get soaked and miserable and have no one to blame but yourself. Your stupid, lazy self who could not take five minutes to go back inside and get an umbrella.
You know that move? I invented it. Invented it, mastered it and patented it. Every time you do it, the universe mails me a quarter. You’re welcome.