The game of losing

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The Victoria, what a line full of inept twats, entitled pricks

A losing battle starts with overwhelming odds that are not in your favor. It starts with everyone doubting and no one believing. In some cases, there is an opportunity to win, and I think most individuals believe they will be the one to break the cycle.

For example, you arrive at the station a few minutes late, and the train is insisting on its departure. But you believe someone has probably missed a seat, one that might still be available if you're lucky. Surely, if you run down the side of the train, playing spot the difference with each carriage, you might be able to spot something that isn’t there. Building up this idea, this hope, that you will find a seat when every smug bastard on that train knows there are no more seats.

Eventually, the whistle is blown, and you choose one of two options to get on the train and deal with the smug pricks and stand for your journey, or to go and sit down and wait for the next train so you don’t have to deal with the embarrassment.

A nice short example is running for the Tube when you hear the voice say This train is ready to depart. You sprint, thinking time will slow down for you, and maybe you could dive or slide through the doors. But you don’t want to ruin your business clothes. Obviously, it’s not because time doesn’t slow down, and if you tried that, you’d probably just hit the door and flop onto the platform, be incredibly embarrassed, but no one will see your red face as it will be eating the platform.

Some people have so much hope and belief in themselves, which is amazing to see, but shouldn’t be wasted on simple things like getting to work.

A great example of this if you wanted to go onto The X Factor but would rather not deal with the sadness that millions of people might reject you simultaneously. Not a great situation to be in, but would make great telly. I’d love if someone went on The X Factor and just didn’t believe in themselves and were shit. I think it would make people appreciate when talented people go places.

You wake up, and it’s just your average Tuesday. You pop on the escalator and just mooch down towards the Tube. Everyone is simple and calm, but you know this isn’t going to be smooth nor calm.

You feel the tremors, the vibration. Is it the Tube No. Is it a lady pushing a trolley down an escalator? Sadly not.

It’s the sign of an inept bastard gliding down the escalator, making beats off people’s bags, clearly ready for the time of his life.

The doors open. Everyone climbs aboard, squeezing in. But the more people move down the carriage, they realize it’s not too bad. The train is ready to depart.

An arm reaches in through the doors, and the train is stopped. The inept bastard totters on and takes center stage; by that, he stands somewhat in the middle of the carriage. The door closes, and his head drops.

This is the dramatic entrance he wouldn’t have gotten on The X Factor. The next best thing is the Victoria line on a Tuesday morning.

Think of Coldplay live with A Sky Full of Stars or Adele singing Easy on Me. Proper belts to make anyone’s day better.

The first hit wasn’t the voice we had all been expecting, it was the dance moves. The interpreted abstract dance routine, which might have been very emotional and powerful in a different setting, but not exactly the vibe on a busy Tube. Just sort of looked like he had a wedgie and was trying to figure out the best way to not draw attention.

The shattering spectacle of an out-of-tune masterpiece didn’t upset anyone, as no one was even listening. It doesn’t matter if you are the most famous being in the world; if you are on a London Tube, you don’t talk, you don’t make eye contact, you just stay in your world, doing your own thing, like reading or jamming out to good music.

As he grooved along the Tube, trying to get people involved in a song they couldn’t hear and one he didn’t know all the words to, it was rather anticlimactic.

He came to the realization that no one was looking, no one was caring, and no one wanted him on their team.

He got off at the next station and admitted defeat, a battle with no winner