In which the author attempts to decide which version of the win is wanted.....
I'm in the middle of a fight I didn't ask for, prompted by stupid interpersonal politics, sly almost insults and bottom lines.
Facing a decision to fight and win, or walk away; walking away is schizophrenic, both simple and not.
Winning is good, everyone likes to win even when we don't admit it, and winning would irritate the holy living hell out of people which releases an unrestrained glee within my semi hidden devious intellect.
However, and here I pause with too many things for a random post on a perpetually nonsensical website, I have nothing to prove with this win.
Other then perhaps gaining a faint balm to excoriated pride I find myself searching for straw amongst the needles in order to find a compelling recompense for that course of action.
And I'm getting heartily sick of the little pricks.
*I posted this originally on my FB but I like it so it's coming here also.
Facing a decision to fight and win, or walk away; walking away is schizophrenic, both simple and not.
Winning is good, everyone likes to win even when we don't admit it, and winning would irritate the holy living hell out of people which releases an unrestrained glee within my semi hidden devious intellect.
However, and here I pause with too many things for a random post on a perpetually nonsensical website, I have nothing to prove with this win.
Other then perhaps gaining a faint balm to excoriated pride I find myself searching for straw amongst the needles in order to find a compelling recompense for that course of action.
And I'm getting heartily sick of the little pricks.
*I posted this originally on my FB but I like it so it's coming here also.