When spinning plates, people expect to hear the smash…
No man is an island. Yes, I’m starting with a cliché. Sue me, there are more to come!
Try as we might, we can’t help connect with others, even briefly. I’ve made it a habit to make those contacts as brief as possible. Sometimes they stretch a year, more often a few months. Occasionally, one hangs around and falls into “the best of times, worst of times” friendship. Something about me, or something about the other, forces a repulsion and from there after, we pass trying to not notice the other.
I can see the me, in this. I can see the negative gravitational force, appearing to be a strength. I won’t be lied to. I won’t accept second place. And I want to be needed. Finding someone who will do all these three things is a rarity. So, ultimately, one will lie or be dismissive or act in a selfish manner, and that will be it. Done, and done.
What I’m left with is the theater which happens as I move through, move away. The eddies and tides caused by in my wake, or more accurately, the reaction to my wake. I do not claim power or influence in this regard. I just say that as no man is an island, we develop certain reactions and patterns of response to another’s wake. Sometimes I like to try to predict these, other times I am too far away to see and maybe get a third-party report somewhere down the line. Either way, at some point in the drama of fracturing relationships, someone’s not keeping an eye on all their plates, and some tip and fall… to the delight of the audience.
Sounds cruel, I know. I have nothing really to say in that regard, except to say that the proportional response is a highly underrated tool. Physics and the bible agree on one thing; someone takes your eye, the counter force should take theirs.
So, these recent events have put be down for a time; seated in a comfortable chair to consider the future. The outcome is that I don’t know. I have probabilities and possibilities, but it’s all up to someone else. Someone else to ask the wrong question or give the wrong answer. Someone else to say the wrong thing. Someone’s true color’s to show. But, even at that, it may not have any blow back to me. I may never get that call, I may never get tapped on the shoulder. I await a paradigm shift which may never come.
In truth, these is very little left to say on my end. All my truths are out there. All they need to do is put them in the right order, and that will be that. My focus is the US. No one shall be on my coat-tails. I am attracted to her. My focus is still the US.
If I am a bad man, then so be it. You can accept me as I stand, or shuffle on. There’s only another three billion guys on the face of the planet. Perhaps one of them will be more to your taste.
