I don't quite know what to say today.
Other than people sure do enjoy playing games.
A meal is really a battlefield. Make certain the avenue is on your terms and for God's sake you better pick up the check. That way you have them right where you want them.
Move those chess pieces around and around...
"Social events are merely warfare in disguise."
--Khan on Star Trek, claiming to quote Napoleon (so search for it yourself to seek veracity, I have no desire.)
Oh don't worry little friend. Your position is secure. Despite your advanced age and your limited accomplishments, no one is pushing you out to pasture. No cakes wheeled in or watches given as a "thank you for your service" gift. Though I think there are a few AARP envelopes somewhere on your desk.
"Oh cursed spite, that I was ever born to set right."
No little man. Your own little fiefdom in Hell sits squarely under your control.
"There is wishful thinking in Hell as well as on Earth."
How Richard III you are, your petty jealousies, your hidden inadequacies, your manipulations and your attempts at building alliances...that is if you could only find someone to stand with you.
They call you lazy. Oh yes they do. But that's not really it, is it, little friend? You're tired. You're "the lion in winter" and heavy is the head that wears the old king's crown. Hemingway must have written something about this very affliction...just before he blew his brains all over the wall.
Maybe it's just me. Maybe I shouldn't be so sensitive. I should not allow the lion in winter to intenerate me further than I already am. But it's my INFP nature, that damnable Meiers-Briggs or however the hell you spell it. I just don't have the energy to go looking right now.
I shouldn't get offended. I shouldn't spend so much time mulling over what someone thinks of me, especially someone I have so little respect for. No man is an island? Why not? How can the words and machinations of another have any effect on a self-contained organism of any intelligence?
And they wonder why I'm an introvert. I have no energy or stomach for the chicanery of others.
Nobody told me there'd be days like these.
"There's UFOs over New York and I ain't too surprised."
There is a lesson you have taught me, little man. Oh yes there is and I suppose I must be grateful. It can happen at any time, so don't get caught off guard. Give no information. Trust few. Choose your friends wisely.
Once again old man, fear not. You still wear the crown of shit upon your head. I would never try to knock it off.
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