The wonder of possibility

I hate when people say things and you don't know whether they are being serious or not. I hate when something someone said sticks in your mind and you overanalyse every possible meaning of what they said and get lost in the wonder of possibility. I hate when you can't ask them what they meant and if they were indeed being serious. I hate when people say things they don't totally mean because of one reason or another. More than anything, I hate not knowing.

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Last night we had debating as usual on friday nights. The topic, if I recall correctly (it was very wordy and long), was "That models should have to satisfy the minimum healthy weight standards before being allowed to participate in the Australian Fashion Week". Because it was another away debate (at St. Catherine's) we were negative, which I much prefer because we don't have to make a model and it's easier to defend the status quo than propose change. Although I must say, saying models can be sickly thin isn't the easiest thing to defend, but we did a good job of it. I don't know if I have said before, but I'm 2nd speaker, and have been in previous debates also. The topic was easy enough - we understood it for a start, unlike the week before last. We developed some pretty good arguments and they developed some ok ones which our arguments shut down. Nevertheless, for some bizarre and unknown reason, we lost (again) which was quite disappointing considering we actually debated well and everyone thought we had it in the bag and should have won the debate. Till last night, we hadn't minded losing much at all just because during each debate we could already tell the other team was doing a way better job and so we didn't really need an adjudicator to tell us we had lost. We took it in our stride, tried our best and laughed at Hannah's funny moments, and our overall crapness if we misinterpreted the topic or so on. And we improved. But no, the one time we do well, understand the topic and present a strong case, we lose. Well we won once, but that doesn't count, if we didn't win that debate we would have been more outraged than this week. Last night, we minded. Soo cut. But oh well. Winning isn't everything. It's something, but not everything. We still had fun and laughed at Hannah's moments and tried not to 'cause the debating teacher was sending eye signals not to. Good times. It's funny, when I first got involved in debating through Macquarie Cup I was wishing I hadn't signed up. Now it's fun as and I reckon I could possibly miss doing it once it ends at the beginning of next term. It's already finished for this term but we are still training and then it starts up again in week 1 or 2 next term and we only have 2 debates next term because pigs could fly if we get into any of the knock off rounds. But it's ok, I've had fun and will look back on debating as not only a good new experience and a means of developing confidence but also remember some of the funniest personal jokes ever. *sigh* I think I wanna do UNI debating, would be cool. Although probably way more competitive and serious. And I like fun debating. Oh well, shall see when I get there :)