Edit: This was not recent, this is just my example of what I consider to be my biggest fail in my aviation history so that someone with nerves can read about it and know that others have been there.
I botched the first attempt at my private check after literally about 10sec of movement.
Was paying too much attention to the right side not wanting to hit another plane and almost ran the left wing rip through the corner of the hanger (or rather the hanger through the wing tip).
DPE had to slam on the breaks and gave it to me straight.
“Honestly... I don’t know what to make of that, I don’t think I’ve ever seen that from anyone. I’m sorry, but unsatisfactory”.
That dreaded word, and god what a fail. It would’ve been one thing if I had done an actual maneuver wrong, something that you could really see being a possible fail. But simply not paying attention to that other long piece of aluminum sticking out the left side 🤦♂️.
Then to have to walk back inside and have the people who just said good luck 15 min ago ask “hey something wrong you forget something?”
“Nope... I just failed instantly.” 😃👍🏼
But hey, I fly now, so it’s all good.
That one lonely night, I cried out galaxies…
I couldn’t take it anymore. Everything reminded me of her; the scenery I found myself in, the women I dated to drown my pain, the scents that filled my nostrils, the night sky above me that was identical to the one we made love beneath oh-so-long ago. Everything was her. She was everything. There was no escape.
As the weeks rolled by, more and more things began evoking the gut-twisting memory of her. Soon, I found myself angry, resentful, and irritated by… well, basically everything.
Most days, I wanted to scream so loud that the sky would finally fall on me and take me wherever.
Why me, you bitch!? Why couldn’t you be someone who wouldn’t dump me and condemn me to this psychological cesspool?I didn’t want to hate the scenery, the smells, the women I dated, or the night sky — that fucking night sky. But I couldn’t help myself. I was lonely and, for a brief period in my life, I hated everything and everyone.
However, storms always pass, they say. Well, whoever those sons of bitches were, they were right. My storm passed.Fast forward two years: I’m a new man. Not only did I rid my system of loneliness, but I also began to find enjoyment in solitude. No, scratch that – I began to love my solitude.
But this was only the beginning. My transformation offered me something way more meaningful: happiness, self-acceptance, and heaps of personal growth.
So, for those wondering if it’s possible to go from a solitude hater to a solitude lover, the answer is yes. And I’m far from the only one who was able to cross that bridge.
In retrospect, I can see that I followed certain semi-interconnected principles. But these principles (even though I later realized they were scientifically validated) were no cakewalk. They took me months to implement into my life. After that, it still took me a solid year before I saw any tangible results.
However, don’t be discouraged. Maybe your story will be different and you’ll get over your post-breakup loneliness much faster than me. Hopefully knowing something about these five principles will help with that. So here they are.
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- Find A Group And Participate In It
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- Improve Your Social Skills
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- Dare To Be Vulnerable
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- Have The Right Intentions
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- Keep Perspective In Mind
If you'd like a deep dive into these things, click here and read my full article. It's 100% free on my breakup recovery blog.
I took AP Statistics last year and I forget the name of this probability type. I believe it is would come out to something like .99.... Would you take the latter .95 and multiply it by the remaining .5, and add the sum back to the original .95, making it .9925? Thank you, and sorry for the bad wording.
