FleursDuMal
Joined 18 years ago
Joined 18 years ago
William Blake, 1757 - 1827
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
You were successfully made to believe you would be the bad guy for walking away when nothing could have been farther from the truth.
You worked, for nothing, on a project which belonged wholly to someone else, and they didn't even bother to turn up for project meetings.
There's often a big disconnect between people's superficial behaviour and their genuine intent, and you have to learn to read the signals which tell you the difference.
This episode might have been unpleasant but could be a cheap lesson if you learn the right things from it.