The 5th option

Life it occurs to me is always a little more complex than we at first think it is. For example: I decide to record a song. For this I need a guitar, some thing to record on and a place to record. Guitar: check. Place: check (pre-arranged). Equipment: check.
And so I walk to the tin man's house to see if now is a good time for him to give me the keys to said hall. Alas, the tin man still has not been given a heart yet by the wizard (who has gone out for a while) and refuses to relinquish the keys until the Chromester is consulted [fountain of all knowledge and head of the normal police]. The chromester is asleep. 2 hours later I return. Tin man informs me that despite all predictions The Chromed one has agreed to my request. But first I must consult the wicked witch of the south to see if she will give me permission. Armed with a bucket of water I trudge to the south - of course no phone system is available, not even some form of primitive jungle drums and so all errands must be run on foot. I finally scale the castle walls and the witch reluctantly gives permission for me to go back to see tin man so that I can then go to get the keys and then go up to the hall to start recording. I trudge onwards.

I arrive at the hall armed to the teeth with a guitar, a capo wrestled from the hands of a pygmy savage who is convinced that it is her most prized possession, and a set of keys. Entering the hall I discover that someone HAS MOVED ALL THE EQUIPMENT SO I CAN'T DO ANYTHING! It turns out that it's behind another locked door for which you need another set of keys. At this juncture I give up.

In terms of lessons for life, from that episode (and several more like it) I have deduced the following. In any given drama there are 3 normal positions: victim, rescuer and persecutor. The circle will self replicate unless you can take the 4th option: engaging the adult. Viz: be mature. The gross mistake made by all people who propose such a construct of social and personal interaction is that they have forgotten the 5th option: the recourse to immaturity.

Thankfully it was pointed out to me by my very good friend 'The Lick' and so now life has a whole new range of colour. Lick has also supplied such innocent gems as: "if it's below the belt I'll do it" and "your new nickname could be: buttholio".

Life continues as normal.