Caught in the Middle….
What? Do I look like Switzerland to you?
Someone who is much more politically savvy would know how to work this to their advantage but I have always tried to avoid the games people play.
That, I fear, may be coming to an end.
I am really not sure how I have ended up in the position of peacemaker. I guess I am “safe.”
Safe, reliable, trustworthy me.
Yawn.
I tend to remain calm while the city burns and people are running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
Don’t get me wrong- I can freak out with the best of them- but only after I know the situation has been resolved and there is no longer danger associated with indulging in a little Exorcist-style head-spinning. But having to soothe the savage beast in others to get them to play nice? It is not a position I like.
It is a dangerous position to be in- often a no-win that can quickly become crusty with dried egg on the face. When you are caught in the middle, there is always fallout.
Always.
How long before people turn on me?
How silly of me to hope that high school will end one of these days.
More likely? It will be the end of me.
AngryEgg 