Pusillanimous

I never got a shot off; my gun never even left its holster.  It is impossible to be an apex predator if your gun never leaves its holster.  That little bastard got away from me today and I feel like an impotent piece of shit as a result.  “Next time!”, I could blurt out of course as many people (A majority?) are obtusely wont to do, but who really knows if there will be a next time?  Very often—amazingly often, exasperatingly often—there is not.  And then one is left to rue your inadequacies and grind one’s teeth over the single occasion when the opportunity was there—albeit not a very good or likely instance but an opportunity nonetheless—and you were too hesitant and encapsulated by perfectionism to even take a shot.  Shame on you!  Yes yes yes, SHAME ON YOU FOR BEING SUCH A CONCUBINE TO PERFIDIOUSNESS, DUFUS MAN!!!