When
things don't work is not to be equaled with when things don't work
out.
In the latter case, there is often a plan and intention involved in
the process. A relationship would be a type of experiment
where things, generally speaking, have two options, two possible
dimensions: they can either go right or wrong.
As any experiment can
fail, the idea of failure does not come as a shock or an unexpected
event; it is part and process of the deal. We shrug or have a tear in
our eye when we say, oh well, things did not work out ... this time
around.
But
things not working or breaking down is another matter altogether. The element of
surprise in its negative sense is what makes this one so stressful.
In fact, we are expecting things to go right when suddenly
they do not.
In my personal life, my best friend and worst enemy is
the copier. I usually expect it to work (though it has a marked
history of letting me down) and when I arrive all my original sheets
in hand ready to make copies for my students, the copier refuses to
do its share: It does not work.
Although
in the back of my mind I know that it is quite possible that the
copier will not work this day, it still comes as a surprise. This is
why I almost always have a couple of back-up plans, Plans B and C.
This goes as far as arriving half an hour early for work and ditto to
job interviews.
The
reason for this is simple. I expect that the unexpected will arrive
sooner or later. There is a chance that my bus may break down, that
there will be a massive traffic jam or a detour that may cost me
precious time. I am known for arriving (too?) early for job
interviews but once I was actually on time. That means, I was late
according to my worldview.
The
following had happened. The bus that was scheduled to run according
to my Internet sources did not do so anymore. And I ended up doing
what I had to do to make it on time: I ran.
It
was not a pretty sight: a man in suit and tie and dress shoes
sprinting down the street, but I got there on time all sweaty and out
of breath. That I did not get the job in the end did not faze me. In
fact, it was me who had won the battle; I had beaten the unexpected; I had slapped it in the face,
at least for that time, while I had been steadfast to my principle of
being on time for a scheduled interview.
Interestingly,
I was once, during my undergrad years, late for an appointment with
my instructor. The reason was not my oversight, but the fact that the
bus had broken down. My instructor looked at me with quizzical eyes
and wondered why I had come up with such a lame excuse. Sometimes the
truth and lame excuses are not strangers after all.
When
things don't work is a part of reality. It happens on a regular basis
across the board. I turn on my computer and expect it to work; when
it does not, I feel the blood rushing, which turns me into the Incredible
Hulk (by the way, this indeed happened earlier today, my computer went berserk and the blood
started rushing, though the Hulk part is apocryphal).
Others
will designate the moment when they turn the key and the engine does
not respond to be one of those typical bad days. Or to show up with
ferocious appetite and craving at your favorite restaurant only to find out
that it is closed for renovation. The list is endless and as each of
us have their own list of demons and horrific scenarios, this may vary
according to taste and lifestyle.
Why
do we feel so frustrated in these situations? Is it the feeling of
helplessness? In part, it must be. We think we have everything under
control and then things get out of hand because something does not
work or work out as planned.
It can cause embarrassment, such as those
insufferable but suffering moments when I put in the DVD and the
computer or DVD player will not play it for some reason. And I do not
have to look at my students' faces. A perfect case of Schadenfreude
on their part. And a
sense of relief. Thank God, this is is not happening to me!
The
reason that it affects us so much is that these things do usually
work. If the DVD player would never work, then it poses no problem. I
would just discard it. I would immediately look for another option.
If my pen does not work, I throw it away. But the thing is, when
things work most of the times and then suddenly stop working for no
reason, then this is the culmination of frustration.
There
is little we can do. I usually try to control my anger and start
talking to the machine. I stroke the copier and ask him to be nice to
me. On good days, I thank my computer for being there, for doing
things for me. On bad days, I hope its RAM has not forgotten my words
of kindness. More often than not, the worst scenario comes true, and I try to smile
and later when out of sight to laugh it off hysterically.
Those
moments teach me a valuable lesson. Just when you thought you had it
all figured out, things throw you a monkey wrench. We are indeed
dependent, even slaves of things, objects, possessions and even of
the idea of technology itself. We are not running the show, but are
the actors. Life can be divided into two main categories when things
either work or they do not. Either way, we must work it out the best we can.
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