You’ve known each other for years, been friends for months, and you don’t really mind their presence. One day, you look at them, and the whole world slows down. You start to see them in a whole new light. You dream, and then, BAM. Slapped in the face by statistical improbability.
This is statistical improbability. It messes with your head, feeding you ideas of how if should be, how it could be, and how it would never be. For a logical person, it reinforces the idea of a status quo, a standard that society follows and holds to high regard. It incinerates the idea of possibility, of hope that two people might have a chance with each other regardless of how different they are.
Statistical improbability stops you from thinking that “this might actually happen”, and replaces it with “this will never happen”. It implores you to look at yourself in comparison to the other person and highlights your differences so bright, it would blind you. It tells you if they are beyond your league or below your league… never within your league.
Statistical improbability is the reason why most guys are scared of pursuing someone, and why most girls are scared of responding to the pursuit. It says, “This guy is above your level”, “She’s more mature than you”, or “You won’t work out… EVER”. And we believe it, because statistics are never wrong. Numbers are never wrong.
This is why I hate statistical improbability.
Because of it, we undermine ourselves even though everyone else thinks otherwise. We place ourselves at a certain level where, when people “above” or “below” show us interest, we take a step back, say “No, thank you”, and walk away. We stopped dreaming about what-could-have-beens and stuck to our cold realities, waiting for the perfect match. We stopped believing that we deserve better, that God sent that person our way because they are the one, and that life should be full of surprises.
When we learned how statistical improbability worked, we stopped believing in fairytales. And maybe, just maybe, that’s why the world is a little less colorful than how it ought to be.
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