Why I No Longer Make Predictions
I believed I could be protected from what lay ahead as long as I saw what was coming.
I think there’s about an 80 to 90 percent chance that I love you now.
’t complete until I’d done the final calculations to resolve any lingering questions.
I will still be friends with Lisa (i.e., still be on friendly terms with and see her at least twice a month) by the end of 2015: 35 percent.
I will sleep with John: 5 percent.
We will successfully diagnose the cause of Mom's memory loss: 20 percent.
This is not going to happen
Often I was correct in my guesses, but when I wasn’t, the poor performance bothered me little. It was the act of making predictions that I needed. Making a prediction focuses your attention; it says “look here and look out.” That spreadsheet served as road map for the future and a way to equip me for the emergencies ahead.
So, how does one create these emotional estimates?It's really kind of just bullshit,
Angela Chen is a senior editor at Wired Magazine and the author of Ace: What Asexuality Reveals About Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex, which was named one of the best books of 2020 by NPR, Electric Literature, and Them. Her reporting and essays have also appeared in The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, The Guardian, National Geographic, Paris Review, Lapham's Quarterly, and more.
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