The foot tingles and I am left but to wonder as to why I am allowing the circulation of the blood in the foot to be cut off.
Perhaps I should stop the cutting off, but I am lazy and this is an interesting sensation.
Well, it is interesting up until the point where I will need to stand and find myself surprised by the sensation and possibly fall over, or something. Then I will express surprise about why that happened despite knowing full well as to why it happened. However, I’d need to save face, so it would be much better to blame everyone around me, or just express surprise as to why it happened rather than admit to self-defeat. Therefore, if I follow these steps, then surely I will be the one who reigns supreme at the end of the day.
If I admit weakness, then they can attack my weakness. I will have a weak point that will be exploitable and thus if I have a weak point that is exploitable, then anyone can exploit it. I need to overcome this and therefore find the weak point of all the other people, then exploit theirs so I can be at the top of the heap and finally find the thing that is not the thing that I am searching for, but it sis still a thing.
Specifically, it is the the thing that will allow me to rule with an iron fist as I set my chair upon those that have piled up underneath me, scrambling to reach the top but never quite having the guile to get there.
And realistically, whose fault is that? Certainly not mine. They should’ve covered their weakness far better. They should have known. They should have. Pity they didn’t. Pity they thought that all it took was good work and making an honest impression. Little did they know that the needed to weasel their way through the crowds in order to get to the front of the pack and see the openness of everything.
Maybe they realised but dismissed it. Still their fault. If they ain’t gonna be better about it, then far be it for me to tell them why they’ve failed. I’m sure they’ll realise in due time.
Well, maybe they won’t, but that’s not my problem to deal with.
I’ll just remain at the top here and keep making grand, empty gestures and mislead all those underneath me in order to retain my status and have people buy into the idea of respect rather than know what respect is.
So long as they believe it goes two ways, I can milk them for all that they’re worth, sow what does it matter if they go with less whilst I go with more?
Better to have the façade anyway. Means less work, but more work and… well, where I was I going with all of this?
Oh. The moral of the story is that, sometimes you should go sideways.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:51:36
Well, this somehow went the way it did.
Kind of fast, kind of loose.
Written at work.