When we see the blood prior to the cut

It's remarkable how excellent our estimation skills are. We are able to predict precisely how somebody will react to a special action we take. Most of the time we'll be right. We just might not realise it because we're stupid. But we're right. I might also relieve you, you're not stupid - not for planning ahead, we just do it so often we don't even realise that we're doing it at all. We look, contemplate, guess and act in order to see our future the way we planned it seconds ago.
We run on neat little pattern matching algorithms with forward prediction. Based on experience we act to build up a better future - for ourselves. The better you get, the more challenging it can be.

So it might happen that we're wrong. This can be really hard to realise when you're totally sure about yourself and your decisions. It's possible to fool yourself completely with such things. For example you saw a dish on the menu but you read it wrong. You make up your own picture of what to expect. After some time, when you finally get your disappointment you think you're misunderstood. This works with food, online shopping, weapons of mass destruction - almost everything.

To question everything you do might not be a good solution. You'll only appear slow and maybe a bit retarded. I'd go for hoping the best but expecting the worst, but let me know when you're completely able to do that.
Don't ask obvious questions if you don't like the answer!

Things you would know if you had listened

Lesson number 5: no need to feel bad when you actually are sick. 3D-effects of street traffic as if you were the drums in this sweet piece of heavy metal art, getting to know every muscle of your body like during a first class Japanese special-massage and sweating like in the hottest sauna ever.
Alright, we might ignore that this kind of new age music makes us want to kill ourselves, that it is an all-I-want-to-do-is-die massage and the shivering throughout the sweating-phase, cause it takes away a lot of the romantic of the moment. In fact, it isn't romantic at all. Who said being sick is romantic? Maybe some pitiful fool finds his luck by dying with a woman in one arm, a bottle of whisky in the other. Should have listened to the do-not-draw-your-weapon voices..

Whatever, being sick is not the worst thing that can happen. Being dead is. Well, I'll drink to that. Now, normally someone would say, the worst thing is to be sarcastic and no-one able to notice. I'd like to think for myself: it doesn't matter at all. Sometimes you just have to be able to be pleased by your own inner smile.
It's easy to fool others, but hard to trick yourself!