Knicq

Spontaniety IS over-rated.
knicq posted in Knicqisms on August 3rd, 2007

Sometimes it is best not to plan anything. Planning is over-rated. The opposite of planning, spontaneity is over-rated too, but it is not always bad. There are those who will argue that it was not the lack of spontaneity that prevented me from putting up the posts I was planning all this time, but perhaps an overdose of that distinctive quality which has assumed defining proportions in my composition; the quality which lends me the reputation of an eleventh-hour man, the quality which has eroded the confidence of my staunchest advocate in my ability to deliver the goods on time, which is quite a grave statement to make, a statement which is so wrong grammatically it borders on offensive, and so misleading in nature it could easily be construed a lie, which it is not - not entirely a lie anyway…

… You see, the word ’staunchest’ implies the presence of a bank of supporters led ably by a bench of advocates, if there is indeed a bench of advocates, just as there is one of judges; and one thinks it would make sense for advocates to have a bench just as the judges do, since the judges would find little going for them were it not for advocates, as was witnessed recently in the land of the pure; which is all a bit of an interesting discussion, but throws another tangent in an argument already marred by multiple tangents being thrown merrily as if tangent-throwing qualified to be a sport of international standing. We will refrain from delving into that interesting discussion about how the advocates played a part in getting a lot going for a bench or two of judges, and the relatively less interesting discussion about the need (or lack thereof) to have benches for advocates in keeping with the privileges enjoyed by the judges, and will go back to how the word staunchest implies the presence of a few advocates (whether enjoying the comfort of benches or not) rooting for me and my various faculties, when in reality my advocates are an endangered species whose numbers have quickly dwindled to one, from an all time high of… well… one.

There is the technicality about the inability of a number to do much dwindling if the starting point is not different from the ending point, but we have already decided to refrain from throwing any further tangents, have we not now?
No points for guessing who constitutes that finite number, but here’s a hint just so no measure of ambiguity obscures the identity of such an important individual who takes it upon himself to repose his confidence in my faculties (well, most of them anyway) and undertakes to stand by me, while those bent upon undermining my capabilities in various fields of life sharpen their tools, and drool at the thought of seeing me… undermined. That one advocate is not Jalali Baba, not that there should have been much doubt about the likelihood of Jalali Baba not being my advocate.

It is not a good thing when your staunchest advocate is also your only advocate, but it is worse, if your only advocate is you! It is worst, however, when you are your only advocate, and also your staunchest advocate, and along comes a quality that starts eroding your confidence in your ability to deliver the goods on time. Factor in the fact that delivering the goods, literally speaking, is what you do for a living, and the gravity of the situation begins to dawn upon you - and it leaves one wondering why it would take the gravity of such a grave situation so long to dawn upon one?

One is a fool. When the quality in question is procrastination, things can take as long as it takes to dawn upon one, and one should not wonder anything. One is given to wondering though, and finds it difficult to not wonder. The problem is obviously compounded when one is given to procrastination also, and might end up wondering today what he should have been wondering the day before, and procrastinating what he should be wondering today to the day after; which is all another tangent, and one wonders if it were a tangent that should probably have been thrown yesterday, which if is the case leaves one prone to wondering about the tangent he was to be throwing today…

Sigh! Spontaneity is over-rated.