OK, what is it with this unreasonable hope thing? The thing that makes you buy lotto tickets, or send speculative emails to people who could do you great good, or approach gorgeous people of the opposite sex, or the same sex if that's your thing? What is it that makes you beleive?
I mean it's one thing to pack up your baby stories and so on into envelopes, all dressed up in their double-spacing and their names and addresses on separate pages, and send them off to a competition. That's fine. That's reasonable hope.
Where it gets unreasonable is when time passes and you wonder, you actually wonder why you haven't heard yet that you're shortlisted, or a winner, or nominated for the Nobel Prize or whatever.
And then you find that other people who have entered the competition have heard that they have won, so the only reasonable conclusion is that you haven't. Reasonable, if it were not for the massive doses of unreasonable hope that have by now convinced you it's only a matter of time until that happy letter pops in the letterbox. And I don't mean the Dunnes one with your value club points.
Sigh. Back to the real world - thanks to Emerging Writer for the sad news about my non-success.
Posts
