Sci-Fi

A little bit like the X-Files is the order of the last few days. I am not sure whether I am suppose to be Mulder or Scully but all I know is the mantra “TRUST NO ONE” rings true.

The reality of it is that age does not signify maturity. Whilst you have long since graduated from the playground fights and the groupie years of education, it does not mean that you do not make your own invisible divisions.

I found out the hard way today that organizations such as the one I am in breeds office politics and at the same time word of mouth is a lethal injection. It is sage advice that I should keep my mouth shut until I know or can ascertain who is in my camp. Yet I cannot help but think this whole hullaballoo is blown out of proportion. A big thing out of thin air, and some are finer magicians than others.

As for the bread and butter, it is still early days to start spouting off nonsense or getting the firm’s tattoo on my arm. Yet my initial every-cloud-has-a-silver-lining attitude has given way to a more realistic approach. Hate is too strong of a word but dissatisfied seems apt.

I am nursing a somewhat worse than usual hangover and last night’s folly seem such a haze. Why is it that all roads lead to relationship talk in the end? I think human beings are defined solely by that. My dream last night was so vivid I wasn’t sure whether the whole thing was part of last night’s fiasco. But then again I told you it was all a bit too much like an X-File episode.

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