Not Quite

The world of human interaction is coloured in black, white and every shade of grey in between. The masters of human interaction accept and understand this innately and learn early on to exploit this fully.

Unfortunately, I have been given to the wide-eyed innocence of my age and upbringing by peasant parents who knew that the details I should possess were betond my schoolyard training. I don’t blame them. Finally, though, I think I have an inkling.

My long-standing interaction with a particular person who shall remain unnamed is the proof of my first experiment with not believing all that I read, so to speak. Instead, I had finally, painfully accepted that I had lost the battle but might still be able to gain some experience with returning the same manipulation the like of which I had been subjected.

I still believe it’s wrong and it hurts to play the game because it’s not really me, but it doesn’t matter. One MUST play the game, even when the opponent claims her own brand of purported innocence.

We have all heard, and I learned in school, that ignorance of the law is no excuse. So, here, the rules are the same. Played or be played. It’s disgusting, but one must embrace that disgust to arrive victorious.

I yearn for a simple set of truths but apparently, such tablets are not descending into my arms from the mount. Again, I regret it and loathe it on every level, but such is the game.

I will play it. I have played it with you. But not any more. Any hint, and I will use my excessive IQ to plan you into emotional oblivion.

That’s life. ANd yes, it pisses me off, but you don’t care. You have an agenda and you will follow it because you must, because you know nothing else.

I could tell you it’s wrong, that you’re wrong, but you’re hard-wired to mistrust everyone, including yourself. I can’t help you. Sorry.