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Rabbit holes and other mysteries

If you work in a corporation of some size you know the meaningless banter officers and executives of these companies are always spouting.

One of them has to do with holes or specifically the 'going in' aspect of them.  Oft you hear someone say sagely 'let us not go down that rabbit hole'.  Often the type of critter is changed to Worm or Rat.

The admonition to not go where no man might have gone before suggests the opposite.  Many among us must have had the unique insight of having been into one of these orifices is it not?

To those that did I ask - what is it that draws otherwise normal mortals to visit said hole?  What after visiting it did they find?  The ones urging the others at the table to not visit must have a bias against that visit.  What kind of bias is that?

After not going into the hole it is often the conclusion of the same sages that the matter needs to be tabled.  Which table is the tabling being done?  If many a thing in the past got tabled is the said table able to take on more?  Would it rather that people went into the hole instead?

Then comes the fake optimism when colleagues for no reason will say 'Happy Monday' or 'Happy - insert the day of the week' in passing.  Are they wishing it was happy?  Are they forcing this expectation on me to ensure that the day turns out to be a happy one?

What compels people to say all these things at all?  Does anyone want to go down this foxhole with me?  Would this qualify as Holy Shit?

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  1. I would rather see my ball disappear down the golf hole..and then the beer disappear down the throat at the 19th.

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