You thought you had it all figured out—until Fibonacci cats and fitted sheets ruined your algorithm. 🤷♂️✨
Today’s word prompt was “overfit”. Sometimes we try too hard to make the pieces fit, only to realize the world has its own logic.
You thought you had it—
The answers, the patterns,
the meaning of life.
Every quirk cataloged,
every whim predictable.
But oh, sweet algorithm,
you’re like a bodybuilder who skips leg day—
all upper arms and bravado,
wobbling on the uneven pavement of reality.
Out here, in the uncharted chaos—
the world beyond your training data—
rules unravel.
Cats meow in Fibonacci spirals.
Rain falls up if you tilt your head just so.
And no one, not even you,
knows how to fold a fitted sheet.
Maybe it’s okay, though.
To embrace the absurdity,
to stumble, to err, to laugh at it all.
To say, “Yes, world, I miscalculated—
but aren’t we all a little overfit sometimes?”
(c) Eric Montgomery
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