Hazel's Blurty

Thursday Thirteen, Statistically Speaking
When Memes become the purpose of our existence.

Thirteen kind of people I like (In decreasing order of preference):

- The brooders: They are quiet. They don't bug you when you're trying to concentrate on a good book or a good song and they usually mind their own business.
- The straightforward ones: They talk, but not much and usually make their pleasure or displeasure clear.
- The worriers: They are mostly harmless as Douglas Adams would put it.
- The smart-asses: They are not bad once you get used to the fact that they are indeed the smarter of the asses and let them be.
- The nerds: It'd be cruel to not like them, IMHO.
- The busy-bees: They are always busy with something. They are the real productive members of society. It'd be immoral to dislike them.
- The lost: Ah well...
- The dreamers: They are more or less like the above but are more clued in. They can go overboard at times but they're still not bad to listen to.
- The narcissists: They are true to their nature. It is impossible to not like anyone who's as honest to themselves as they are.
- The mindful: It's good to be around people who're careful. They make me feel at ease.
- The control-freaks: I've met more than my fair share of these and regardless of what anyone says, I think they are neat.
- The know-it-alls: They are almost but not quite entirely unlike smart asses. Also they don't have a sense of humour, which is alright. They can make you feel stupid but I figure that's supposed to be a part of their persona. I can live with it. As I'm sure everyone else can.
- The happy ones: They are unreasonably optimistic (I shall refrain from using a politically incorrect term here) and are not bad as long as they don't expect you to sing along in the car with them.

Okay then. That does it for the mimetic one in me.

A Contribution to Statistics

Out of a hundred people

those who always know better
-fifty-two

doubting every step
-nearly all the rest,

glad to lend a hand
if it doesn't take too long
-as high as forty-nine,

always good
because they can't be otherwise
-four, well maybe five,

able to admire without envy
-eighteen,

suffering illusions
induced by fleeting youth
-sixty, give or take a few,

not to be taken lightly
-forty and four,

living in constant fear
of someone or something
-seventy-seven,

capable of happiness
-twenty-something tops,

harmless singly, savage in crowds
-half at least,

cruel
when forced by circumstances
-better not to know
even ballpark figures,

wise after the fact
-just a couple more
than wise before it,

taking only things from life
-thirty
(I wish I were wrong),

hunched in pain,
no flashlight in the dark
-eighty-three
sooner or later,

righteous
-thirty-five, which is a lot,

righteous
and understanding
-three,

worthy of compassion
-ninety-nine,

mortal
-a hundred out of a hundred.
thus far this figure still remains unchanged.

-- Wislawa Szymborska

And that's for the wannabe statistician in me.

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