It's Not About You At All

Tonight at scrabble, Haimona told a story. I think I've heard him tell it before but it struck a true chord this time.

His  work colleague, in the land conservation department, spent a week each year working on an island. After his last trip, he said to Haimona, "There was one bloke. By the time we were on the boat home, after a week of working with this bastard on the island, I was ready to hit him.

And it was on the boat yesterday when I realised that every year I go out to the island - and it's been eight years now - there is always one bloke. There has always been one guy who pissed me off to the point of fantasising about violence. It's just a different one each time."