It's been a trope in fiction, the person who was cursed to know the future.
And be able to do nothing about it.
To see the train coming and be frozen in your tracks.
To know the project is doomed to failure, and not be able to convince anyone.
I went down south to visit my mom and her most recent husband, Bob. A retired electrician and a pretty bright guy. Reminded me of Richard Farnsworth.
Mom said to him, this is my son, he's one of the brightest people I know.
Bob smiled, shook my hand and said, "It's a curse isn't it?".
He got it.