All too often I make the mistake of believing the everyman, the lay person, can overcome themselves in even the smallest thing. If I know I will be endlessly disappointed in the vast, writhing sea of persons, why is it I convince myself that they need "Just another chance." to succeed? Yet when they attempt, if at all let me clarify, it never amounts to what is desired? So why bother dealing with them at all and simply not regarding them as generally irrelevant until they consistently show signs of promise? Why, even then, feel some fragment of similarity to them just because they accomplished the task put forth? I do not have an answer to these things but it is a fact I scold myself for being too hopeful in this capacity.