Tactically speaking
Aug. 20th, 2012 08:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
narcasseBecause. The argument ought to be, from here on in, to rationalise it. Which I can. Propaganda is the easy part. Revisionist history is all about telling a fanciful enough tale that everyone can believe it. But that’s not the point and, in this case, serves very little purpose. I don’t need to trick anyone else into believing… whatever it serves my purpose for them to believe. And I’m atrocious at lying to myself. Possibly because every good lie has to have a grain of truth to it and I can easily enough see the difference. In fact, as an aside, a good lie isn’t an outright lie at all, it’s more of an elaboration with suitable omissions, that the hearer will fill with their own, emotionally reasoned, presumptions.
So, the impossibility of self-deception aside, what remains is to glean some pro-active positivity from the fallout. To that end, in effect, this was a dry run. I had little to no idea of the lay of the land so of course I had to see, firsthand, what I was dealing with. The result was, of course, not particularly successful, but, realistically it’s easier to learn the behaviours to mimic having failed at it the first time. Now I can work from the ground up and, in so doing, endear myself even further to the powers that be. I now have the time and opportunity to widen up my possibilities. Of course I will make a study of what I need to adjust, to affect and mirror to get to that objective, but, in the meantime, most fortuitously, there’s also now the possibility of taking what I learn and forging down a different path entirely. Everything is in my favour and, in 6 months time, should I decide that this particular route is of no use to me, the branches I can choose from will have widened considerably.
Of course it’s all very easy to talk about this now when I’ve had some time to examine the sheer number of possibilities that have suddenly become available to me. On Friday, on the other hand, I drank all the scotch in the flat, and now only have one dram of Islay single malt left, and only because I stopped myself and moved onto the vodka instead. As I announced today, to the compliment that I was looking very smart this morning: “Retail therapy: 2 suits, 3 shirts, cufflinks, 1 set of those cuff knot things. Aren’t they fabulous?” while showing off said cufflinks. Today was, after all, all about image. The pinstripe suit, the banker shirt, even the stocks with teapots on them, were all about showing anyone who cared to look that, not only could I do this, but that I do it anyway, naturally. Thus, from this point, having run my plans by relevant parties, and having had them buy into said plans, I can set about achieving a great deal, all without tying myself into any given end result. The fact that I’m being actively talked out of exploring those other paths is heartening too, not because I’m being persuaded any, but because it’s allowing me to gauge my perceived contribution, and importance, to the situation, which is always a useful thing to know.
So, the impossibility of self-deception aside, what remains is to glean some pro-active positivity from the fallout. To that end, in effect, this was a dry run. I had little to no idea of the lay of the land so of course I had to see, firsthand, what I was dealing with. The result was, of course, not particularly successful, but, realistically it’s easier to learn the behaviours to mimic having failed at it the first time. Now I can work from the ground up and, in so doing, endear myself even further to the powers that be. I now have the time and opportunity to widen up my possibilities. Of course I will make a study of what I need to adjust, to affect and mirror to get to that objective, but, in the meantime, most fortuitously, there’s also now the possibility of taking what I learn and forging down a different path entirely. Everything is in my favour and, in 6 months time, should I decide that this particular route is of no use to me, the branches I can choose from will have widened considerably.
Of course it’s all very easy to talk about this now when I’ve had some time to examine the sheer number of possibilities that have suddenly become available to me. On Friday, on the other hand, I drank all the scotch in the flat, and now only have one dram of Islay single malt left, and only because I stopped myself and moved onto the vodka instead. As I announced today, to the compliment that I was looking very smart this morning: “Retail therapy: 2 suits, 3 shirts, cufflinks, 1 set of those cuff knot things. Aren’t they fabulous?” while showing off said cufflinks. Today was, after all, all about image. The pinstripe suit, the banker shirt, even the stocks with teapots on them, were all about showing anyone who cared to look that, not only could I do this, but that I do it anyway, naturally. Thus, from this point, having run my plans by relevant parties, and having had them buy into said plans, I can set about achieving a great deal, all without tying myself into any given end result. The fact that I’m being actively talked out of exploring those other paths is heartening too, not because I’m being persuaded any, but because it’s allowing me to gauge my perceived contribution, and importance, to the situation, which is always a useful thing to know.
