Frustrating! Nothing but frustrating! That’d be the headline for the whole evening.

Democracy. Big word. Usually common in almost every western nation there is these days. It means that every citizen has a right to vote for the government and that his vote has the same value as every other vote that is cast. So when I ask someone whether she insists on a democratic course of action, she says no but then still insists that everyone is heard and that their vote counts the same then that is what? Exactly. Democracy. The very thing she denied wanting about half a sentance ago. But bear with me. That’s only the way it started.

It is usually wise to pick someone as your leader who already has a stable stance within any given society. That can be expressed in rank, though it doesn’t necessarily have to be done that way. Usually it’s a good indication, however. Therefore first she agrees with me, only to come back half an hour later and tell me that now – within that very 30 minutes! – she aquired the same good standing as her colleague and that I’d be a fool not to vote for her. Had she actually achieved that respect as her competitor I’d gladly salute her. Since she has not… I’ll gladly watch her drown. Another one such feat of democracy. You’ve got to love that.

Of course the whole babbling on how she’s more deserving than anyone else – respectively her companion, who wasn’t even there last night – not only took the whole evening but also made us as a whole appear weak for not being able to make a proper decision. Thereby validating my complaint against her that she was not doing us as a clan any good utterly. And her ignoring it just the same.

There are a few who helped with the comic relief, of which I was in dire need very, very soon. One of them quite involuntarily. Sadly he outranks me, so I couldn’t allow myself to laugh as loud as I would have wanted to. Let’s just say I’m part of a very important house and clan that he recently created by sole mention.

Also I got smacked on the fingers twice by the wife of the former primogen. Go figure. I reckon it’ll happen more often, since what she braught up on both occasions resulted out of an early chemistry accident. But then… If she’s only half worth her title she’ll probably see past that. If so, I’ll be happy to suffer through the scolding and work through the rest productively. If not… Her loss, my pleasure. And probably vice versa too.

As for our dear primogen? There’s only one from within the clan who’s seriously looking for her. And that is her greatest enemy. She got lucky though, seeing as that’d also be our shallow minded representative. And then there’s the moonclan worrying for her. At least one of them. Boohoo. She’s more worried about her than anyone else could or should be. Guess that happens to people of a name such as Stern, Stein and the like. Makes for a good hint of paranoia.

Shall now write to Colonel Evita. Will enjoy the ideas.