How Indiscreet

"I saw you last night ... My, my, how indiscreet ... Your self-desctruction is so complete ... My, my, baby, my, my, my ... Lord, I know, yeah I know ... She's goin' down slow ... "

I believe we have varied expectations of the people we choose to have in our lives ...

We may be informed of something by someone only to be painted a completely different picture of the same scenario by another ... Who do we believe?

Our decision is based on a number of factors - most important of which being trust ... You build trust, on many different levels, depending on each person ...

For example: an aquaintence tells you she saw your partner kissing your closest friend ... only to then hear from your closest friend they in fact witnessed the aquaintence with your partner ... Naturally those of us who have faith in the loyalties we regard, and the trust we value in friendship would, without question, believe in our friend's word - not even bothering to entertain the possibility of their legitimatacy, or lack thereof ... Failing to analyse the circumstance ...

Then what of those people that take advantage of this very trust you hold with such high regard? ... Whereas you might hold high regard for this friendship; they, in fact, regard the friendship as more of a trump card ... A mere wildcard used against you for their own selfish advancement ...

Competing to beat you across the finish line when you weren't even aware there was a competition in place ... Only seeing it for what it really is when you finally catch up to your friend only to find them with a trophy in their grasp, surrounded by a fanclub of applause and cheer, the suprised innocent pretence dissipating leaving no more than a calculated, manipulative stranger staring back at you with an all knowing gleam in their eyes ...

Your sweet indiscretions no longer sweet, nor discreet ...

Playing the victim is just that - playing ... Sure, play ... Play that role for as long as you can ... As it won't be long until your thespian skills are inadequate in keeping your character alive ...

My, my, baby, you were goin' down slow ... But it's speeding up now ... What happens when it all catches up with you in the end? ...

My, my, baby ...