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So I was talking with a mate the other day, having a laugh and sharing old war wounds, and the next minute he was nodding his head and said...setting you up for failure.

And here I am two days later, and this phrase is still bugging the fuck out of me.

Like a thorn in my side which is not causing any life threatening injuries, but is just giving me a dark throbbing sensation when I move.

Because I had never thought about it like that.

But now I can't get it out of my damn head.

And this is how the story went...

You make plans and he turns up an hour and a half, maybe 2 hours late.

No call, text, email or carrier pigeon.

When you are less than impressed when he does eventually turn up, and mention it, it allows him to use the words of needy, emotional, bad behaviour, psycho, demanding, mental...

And then that gives him the freedom to leave, to go do whatever he originally wanted to do.

And you're not ok.

In whatever way OK looks to you.

But you also didn't do anything wrong.

And that's what our conversation was about, non-winnable situations.

Because, seriously, hell, who's going to put up with that kind of shite?

Magick, rainbows and fairy dust, baby.

Kissy hugs

T and Spirit