Less than twelve hours and then it’s decision time. Considering the system, I have very little control over my future. Practically though, I always have a choice. I can always decide one way or the other, for myself anyway.
I can’t express the surreality of constantly obsessing about a process and system with which I have no access or influence. I cannot affect the outcome with my own actions and accomplishments. It has nothing to do with me and yet, I have made the choice to abide by its results. A gambler at the race track who has placed her bet.
An algorithm matched us, suggested that my Explorer personality might find refuge with his Builder personality. With its mathematically precise sensitivity and calculated intuition, it knew better than I did that “consistent, loyal and protective” was exactly what I needed. Perhaps I should take comfort in knowing that a similar algorithm will propel us to the next stage of our lives.
It does comfort me. These mechanical machinations that take out human bias and fallacy. An algorithm that returns the best possible results. Where would I be if I had such an algorithm, such an abacus at previous junctures of my life?
Til the opening of the envelope then.