We are SO back. Evidence pending.
You could be down by four with ten minutes left and the voice in your head would be doing a drumroll. The Eye has documented your pattern with something close to awe: the doomed deadline you announced was 'actually fine,' the sinking group project you rallied with pure vibes, the relationship halftimes you talked yourself through on optimism that had no collateral behind it. Your inner voice doesn't analyze the score — it simply declines to acknowledge its jurisdiction. And here's what nobody clocks: this isn't ignorance, it's policy. You figured out young that believing early costs nothing and despairing early costs everything, so you chose your delusion the way other people choose insurance. The infuriating part, the part the Eye keeps replaying? Your hit rate is better than it has any right to be. Hope, performed loudly enough, keeps recruiting reality to its side. Not always. But enough.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou're not ignoring the score. you just learned that despair shows up on time whether you invite it or not — so why send the invitation.