Thursday

…power play

I’m like a child who knows that attention of any kind, bad or good is better than no attention at all. Appreciation and accolades are hopeless dreams, so I’ve given up and I’ll settle for someone--anyone who will sit up and take notice when I yell, “Attention! I’m angry!”

I’m considering military school. Not for them, for me. If I went for a couple of weeks or maybe volunteered in the reserves for a quick brush-up on boot-camp protocol, I would know how to command respect and demand that insubordinates do my bidding.

To me:
I’m in charge—in control—the general of this campaign and everybody had just better know it. I say “Advance” and everybody better get in line right behind me. Yes, sir, T

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