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Oh, Epic Failure, how I despise you. The more massive you are, the deeper you are burned into my psyche. My head can’t forget no matter how much denial and bloody-kneed begging I shovel over you.

When I bear witness to the fails of others, I am slammed with the adrenaline force of two emotions battling it out in my chest: Empathy for the poor bastard, and blatant, raw relief that it wasn’t me. Seriously, every time I think about the Titanic I thank all that is holy that not only was it not my fault, but that I wasn’t even born yet so my alibi is rock solid and no one can ever pin that shit on me.

So far, I’ve not experienced a personal failure of Titanic proportions (fingers crossed I don’t decide to captain a ship through iceburg-y waters or become an engineer of constructs large enough to hold massive numbers of living things, all of whom would perish horribly should my awesome engineering math suck real bad).

Massive mistakes have been avoided, but plenty of small and medium fails loiter horizons of my past. Stupid rusting hulking things, just sitting there mocking me. God how I hate them.

The best way to smite those bitches down with my almighty fury? Learn all I can from them, then just let them go and move the hell on. Continuing to focus on past founderings keeps them good and shiny in your head and your heart, which allows them full access for continued cutting away at your awesomeness. Do not let those bastards grind you down.

Learn and go, people. Learn and go.

Posted by Alexa Harrington