bemused

bemused.....yes thats the word....what do you do when an overaching all-powerful figure comes to you looking kind and sweet and tell you, the ant walking really close to her feet, we have a difference of opinion....i don't get it...if ants can't speak your language where is the space for common opinions....she tells you, mind you, with her mightly limb really close to your 2mm head, we have decided that you ants should not carry your food to your respective anthills but to the new hoarding house shes building...from there they'll decide where food goes in winter.....

first question is who are "we"...am i the ant in the overaching umbrella you call "we"....okay you say i have negotiating power and mind you i do i am the cannibal ant in the jungle of ants.....but you forget you are standing periliously close to me HEAD!!

so bemused is my state.....should i concede and save my head or should i fight like a cannibal ant...fight cause carrying food to my hill has been my core business for ages now....i don't know what worth i will bring to me as a person trained in this process if i switch to your large hoard-house....so i stand really close to her feet....bemused...do i protest...no,no not protest, voice my negotiating power....or do i climb on board cause ultimately you know the food will come around to your anthill too....not the exact way you liked it but.....

So i contemplate and raise my hand and give my sweetest smile....yes perplexed i was.....but i realised fighting for your head.....like an animal instict sets in automatically...maybe it was necessary so that you can later learn their language and opine, negotiate maybe grow up to their size....or whatever close...afterall you are a cannibalant at the end of the day...if you shoot down the idea now there won't be a head on your 5mm body to later say "at the end of the day"

yes this is what i call constant negotiation.....one is constantly in flux and constantly negotiating ones position with respect to the other bigger, smaller...in btw elements....everyday at different points in different proportion you are negotiating.....with yourself....with the car next to you at the signal ...with the lorry driver honking at your miniscule vehicle...with your copassenge,neighbour.....yes every minute....at some point you give in, throw your marxist jhola in the dump for the time being to be able to survive in the face of that giant looming has-a-life-of its-own machine....hoping that one day you will rise up to their powerful level or atleast get enough inside info on them so as to tackle them on their own terms....the day i become stalin is for the time being very far away...considering my ever diminishing cannibal sting...i could also say slow and steady wins the race!!!! jai tortoise