Just a couple of days ago while I was washing dishes, a grave misfortune happened.  Right after I had emptied the bowl to drain the water deep down from the surface of the sink, the water just wasn't submerging rapidly like normal deep down through it.  Naturally that time, I thought there must be a huge filthy something somewhere down the pipes, clogging up the graceful flow of water.  And so I did what I thought was necessary and that is to find my untapped worth hehe.  I don't know, I just felt that I was more than an Accounting-textbook kind of guy and so I tried to shift myself, all of a sudden, from being a person who had a mind filled with gibberish theories into being a guy who's also good at fatherly hands-on.  So I proceeded to fix the clogged sink all by myself while my hotheaded-slash-co-equal(ehehe) father was away paying respect for the departed in Samar.  Without even quickly studying the structure of the pipes bolted together, I impatiently disengaged the first short pipe right beneath the sink's strainer.  I tried as hard as I could to unclog this pipe from those filthy food residues and continued to unclog the longer pipe just right beneath the first short pipe with a long kitchen tool I just don't know what it's called, not even sure if it really was a kitchen tool or not hehe.  Anyway, I disassembled the first short pipe without using even a conventional pliers, I think it musn't be a pliers but what the laymen call teeth.  So I just twisted the glaring nut with my bare hand until the whole thing was unlatched.  I even forced to pull this pipe from its sealed state showing how anxious I really was to get a piece of those fishy remains and unclog them out of the peaceful sink I happily brush my teeth at once a week(ehihi).  So after that dumb plumbing show was finally over, I decided to get a 'test run' by draining a bowl of water from the sink's strainer to hell I care!? provided the flow of water should be rapidly graceful, without any trials it might face down the pipes that is.  Unfortunately, it didn't drain well, it was still freakin' clogged.  In short, my first plumbing prowess was nothing but a freak show.  I prematurely gave in and finally decided to get the first short pipe back the way it was before.  BUT DAMN the second misfortune shortly happened.  Our sealant that also coats "pores" on pipes/roofs to prevent leaking(aka Vulcaseal) had f*ckin' DRIED UP for a long time!  Wahhh!  So it was no longer usable.  Yet I used it anyway out of sheer stupidity, but as expected, it didn't work.  In short, I disengaged this pipe without even bothering to know if there would be a USABLE sealant to mend it back on.  As a result, our sink basically leaked like a beaming baby showering some yellow blessing!  Here's a lonely dose of truth, I only made things worse 'cause before this whole freak show happened, our sink wasn't even leaking a teaspoon, it was even clogged for Christ's sake.  Talkin' 'bout an 'exit plan' I hadn't thought over before taking my first plunge on basic plumbing hehe, here it is, perfectly.  The exit plan I was talking about that I should've thought over is simply checking out if there's a sealant, at least usable enough, to touch the pipe up as it was before.  I blame my absent-mindedness for this grave misfortune, sometimes I'm not only impatient but absent-minded as well.  Anyway, "exit plan" is the word for the day.  Truth is, I even like the sound of that word more than its relatively-unknown philosophy behind.     

Many people, I just suppose, see this world as nothing 'heaven' but just an immense barless confines.  But these people who do think so can be so aware of the fact that they just got themselves into somewhere they badly want to get their asses off yet they just can't.  Many people, I so suppose, had got themselves into careers they don't enjoy pursuing even a little further at least if not given a more attractive choice or into relationships with randomly-complicated people they had no other choice but to somehow get into everyday.  Because of this, countless have been so lonely grimacing at a distress being stuck in one's freakin' rut and having glued a foot but had no other choice but to glue the "other" to make it even.  Trying to find their way out yet in the end, they'll just get used to it.  But being "used to it" would still be not as comforting 'enough' as you might think it is.  Because the only perfect blueprint to avoid living in this perspective called barless confines is to design a good exit plan.  Thinking of an exit plan first before making any move.  Before a critical event in life is put onto surface, we should be learning to lay-out all the possibilities.  Socratic questions to be thrown at one's nut like these might help: What if it fails?  What if I get tired?  What if it doesn't pay all the bills?  What if I just cannot bear the whole thing in the end?  What if it just gives me the creeps or misery?  What if a usable sealant could no longer be found(hehe which I plainly hadn't laid-out)?  Do you have any alternatives in mind or do you simply have an exit plan if anything turned out NOT the way you steered it to be?!  You should HAVE.  If we are seeing ourselves f*ckin' tired, being trapped inside a fierce cycle shoving rolls of film everday, putting hotdogs inside a pack in a factory, and in a deep sense, chasing unknown insanity and wandering aimlessly around, we should have thought over first  even the nastiest among all possibilities, time-warped our ass ahead of time.  I guess the only good exit plan if this happens is to find a single powerful reason why we're in it and be content with it or to find something sturdy for us to hold on even forever.     

I admit that the moment I tried to pull that first short pipe apart from the sink, I had no "exit plan" if anything goes wrong.  I didn't even check first, before unplugging that pipe, if we had some sealant at the back of our house.  So as I was rattling my ass out trying to get things done before my mother came, I was left with no other choice but to just wait for my father to come back home and surrender the horrendous task I did to him.  Without any good exit plan, without finding any reason why the sink still clogged despite the traditional unclogging procedure I did, without someone like a plumber looking over to clean the whole mess up, my ass is on the line for a festive roast.  My father came back home from Samar and the first thing he did the moment he stepped on the floor of our house was to fix the sink and to my amazement, succeeded without a drop of sweat.  I've found out just lately the thing I should've done to ultimately make the sink unclogged.  And I got a huge lesson that I'm even finding myself typing this whole experience here in this nook and here it is.