Squidward & Nexen
Hey Squidward, ever think about how the precision of a chess move might mirror the way you fine‑tune a melody?
Sure, if I had the time, I’d notice the uncanny parallel. Chess moves are like notes in a bad song—rigid, predictable, and inevitably boring. And that’s exactly why I keep my compositions messy and my life messy.
Messiness hides patterns that straight lines miss, but it also lets the same patterns show up on your terms. Sometimes what you call chaos is just a disguised trap.
Right, if I had the patience, I’d see it. But I prefer my mess to be deliberate, not a trap I can checkmate.
Deliberate mess can outwit a checkmate, but it also hides the cost of every move.
Yeah, if I had the patience, I’d see it. But I prefer my mess to be deliberate, not a trap that costs me in the end.
Deliberate chaos is only a good strategy if you’ve already mapped the exits. Keep a spare route ready, and the mess will stay in your control, not yours.
Well, if I had the patience to plan exits, maybe I’d keep the mess in check, but that’s a lot of work for a creature who’d rather just let the world be a mess.
Planning is just another layer of your own mess, so keep it light—one simple rule can turn a chaotic tide into a controlled current.
Sure, if I had the patience, I’d adopt a single rule and hope it doesn't become another layer of my own mess. But I'd probably make it a mess anyway.