Groggy Mode.

Minimalist. Spacey. Simple. I'd like to think.

But this is verging on Empty, duude. I don't wanna take that corner. I'll swerve and crash. On purpose if I have to.

First step: Admitting.
First admission: I have no faith to spare in you. Any of you. Is there something you can do? Please? Because I don't.

That's a block on progress, right there.

I'm a good believer in second chances. I'll distribute some. Not a a big fan of planning though, so here goes my favorite phase; "We'll see about that."

Raise your hands if you like Ping-Pong! *raise hands*

Optimists would say;
It's not that bad. Fixable. Definitely.
Realists would say;
Plausible. We'll see about that.
Pessimist would say;
FML.

Realists would say to Optimists;
Fuck off, phoney. You witch.

Realists would say to Pessimist;
Ungrateful, you.

Everyone would say to Realists;
......
(because realists always have uncrossed comebacks if they chose to)

So Realists stay on while others float away or fall flat on faces. Realists don't float or fall because Realists retain in Walls.

But Realists always have a sledgehammer on standby, patiently anticipating to swing it as hard as Realists can in a moment's notice. That I can assure you.