Journal Entry: Doubt
There are times when I believe my only friend, my only companion is doubt. This is a pity party at best and seriously delusional at worst. Of course I have friends, a day job, colleagues. My close friends know about the fabled characters I seek and their reactions range from tolerant to supportive, even interested. So far, nobody has offered to spend a weekend crunching data with me. I start to think, if I were truly onto something real wouldn’t others see it too? So I have a conversation with my doubt.
My doubt tells me I am seeing ghosts in the data. I reply that coincidence has a tipping point. Doubt says my finger is on the scale.