Fear is the choke point of civilization, the ultimate limiter. At each and every level, the balance heavily weighs towards the darker aspects where push would have prevailed. It enervates confidence, the opalescence that sustains society is the fiber of human connections. The adaptation at the earlier stages of development is the fundamental foundation of relative personality. With upward mobility, the expectation that satisfy a person extend in a bell curve. The relative results amongst similar peoples builds a web of self-insured stability. It can only experience change via meeting and adapting to the standards cultured to a separate block of sentience. America is the highest block; not hierarchically, but en masse. An economy of limited resources is spread thin on a pit of quicksand. Progress forward diminishes the outward effect that is psychological entitlement. The myriad pitfalls in the system invariably damage the final infrastructure. Expanding freedom in a closed bottle will eventually explode the bottle. The true question to consider: how do we open the bottle safely? Repetitive entertainment is a feedback loop. As long as cracks and holes exist, a symbol, a mark of resonant information shared amongst analogous minds, will continue to build upon itself. A bird with clipped wings will fly, albeit fly into the sea. But the societal mechanism that supports us can only fail when our only self-supplied resources are blame and humor. Levity when it is too hot, shifted culpability when it is too cold. If we never temper the glass that is our national facade, it will not break, it will be Torn. To. Pieces.
"She Wants a Man, Not a Boy"
You asked her if she wanted to grab coffee. Then you asked if the time worked. Then you asked if the place was okay. Then you asked if she'd prefer tea.
Four questions. Four chances for her to say no. Four signals that you're terrified of making a decision.
Plan it. Pick the place. Pick the time. Tell her where to meet you. She'll either show up or she won't.
Either way, you look like a man instead of a scared little boy.
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