11 November 2015 (II)

When interactions turn into confrontations is it due to misunderstanding or one person being cussed, stroppy, oversensitive, stupid, whatever? I have been butting metaphorical heads with the friendly enemy, who seems to take any query about almost any aspect of her responsibilities as a challenge or criticism or complaint. Another fellow rather recently cried out in exasperation at her: "For goodness sake! I was only asking you a question!" Quite. But anyway, on Armistice Day another pointless skirmish broke out, but we will be friendly again soon, I suspect. Unless she reads this, perhaps. Which she won't. But, to paraphrase Carly Simon, she's so difficult that if she does read it I bet she'll think it's about her. But then... Oh, I have suddenly realised that I know three, no, wait a minute four, ladies who might read it and think it's about them. Ah... this is dangerous work. And then there are a few men who may think I am trying to disguise them from themselves by presenting them as a lady. Would I? But anyway... The First World War eh? Why did that start? Was it inevitable? Was it all just due to a big misunderstanding or perhaps an accumulation of little misunderstandings? I don't know much, actually I know almost nothing, about it. Why should I? It's over. Everything is over. Absolutely everything that ever happened. Is over. Even that moment there, see? It's gone. Consequences, however, may arrive. Tomorrow.