Fucking Union

I met this Irish man on the beach in Kopangan yesterday night. We started to talk about groups dynamics and about the roles everybody takes while interacting in a group.

finally I asked him what he was thinking about my role in the group of people we were sitting with. He was thinking a little bit and then said: "do you know the fly fisherman? He is casting the rod far away and waits. Once a big fish is getting caught, he gently pulls the cast, and then releases it, so the fish won't fight so hard and tear the line. This action repeats itself, so it becomes a bit like a dance of pulling and releasing, till the fish is too exhaused to fight and is caught. I see you as that kind of a fisherman".

I thought to myself that it was a very good observation of me, for the good and bad of it, and that maybe it's time for me to change the psychological semantic I usually use to describe myself. Instead of having an ambivallent attachment, I'll be, from now on, this fly fisherman.