Haiku H038

Stupid picks are made in drafts –
From athletes to teams –
To people to love

09.22.15

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Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.

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Notes to this poem…

One of many sayings I have for myself is that “love is the ultimate lottery”. That’s for the end result. On the road to finding that winning ticket, or at least one you think is a winner, you will sometimes get choices for whom to date, or who you want to date. That is like a sports draft to me, where teams take turn picking from all the remaining eligible prospects. That’s for the ethical people who choose from among the eligible, rather than from some who are not eligible!

Drafts can also take place in betting, where people pick players like for Fantasy Football, or teams in NCAA Basketball March Madness Tournaments.

In drafts, you usually go for the best available choice, or best choice for you. Sometimes you’ll take risks, like if they have had run-ins with the law, or aren’t consistent, have injuries, or whatever. It’s not that different in love, really, with practical limitations of those you know, or who you think you can get. In both cases, people will sometimes pick choices that will end up being “stupid” choices, whether foreseeable like a clear risk of a pick, or not foreseeable. How many Heismann winners in NCAA football have gone on to become professional flops, for example.

This haiku is all about those “stupid” picks, except it relates to people that some choose to love. There is a bit of a play on words in the last line. I meant people as an example, love as an example, and people that people choose to love.

The poem stemmed from a recent incident where a single woman I knew chose to date a man I’m betting would be a disaster for her. I can say that objectively because the baggage list this guy has, not many women would want to touch. Yet, this reasonably attractive woman is choosing to go for him, and it has nothing to do with the bad boy stuff. His baggage ain’t nothing no bad boy would want to brag about, let’s say it that way. He wouldn’t be safe in a jail with his baggage!

And while I think this woman to be reasonably attractive, I’ve never thought she were right for me so there’s no bias on my part. I’d be happy to jump in and steer her elsewhere if only I knew her well enough to do so without getting smacked to go mind my own business, lol.

It’s really an objective statement with which I say all that about him and wrote this poem. 🙂

Only time remains now to see how well this pick that woman made to will turn out, when she definitely had other options. That brings me to another quote of mine, “when love does not make sense, remember that love is not logical”.

The H-series poems comprise of haiku composed while I was not engaged in some activity during which I frequently composed poetry. That is why these are called the Inactive Haiku collection.

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