Concoct: (v) to create or devise
I have discovered that I don’t need to concoct as often when I’m not afraid of being honest.
When I am afraid–terrified of reality–I will concoct a scheme to explain my actions, which I certainly hope is plausible to those who hear, or at least is so uninteresting that they will choose not to challenge it.
I believe that concocting is a covenant we make with one another, promising that if you will believe my concoction, I will not question yours.
Therefore, we will leave it all to luck–to establish whether we survive fiasco, or whether the plans we’ve made will get their just desserts and play out to a dark conclusion.
This does not sound interesting to me.
I don’t like to lose, but the best way to keep from losing is to fail small, so you don’t screw up big.
And if you fail small and catch it while it still has a pacifier in its mouth, you can keep it a baby problem instead of turning it into an adolescent rage.
But it does demand that you keep your “concoct” to yourself.
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