Wading in quicksand

I hope many of you are familiar with group dynamics; the characteristics, behaviours, and roles people discharge within a group. It exists in all social groups whether you like it not, ergo deal with it. Everyone in a group plays a role that in turn shapes its identity. Given this continuum of roles, there are ones who influence, some merely follow, a few have strong personalities etc.

Cardinal rule when being in a group is to adhere to the majority decision. Never ever over-step the mark because that would spell disaster; that would occur by doing many unethical or questionable actions and going against laid down rules. The rules are not written per se, but merely understood.

In recent developments past friction has over-spilled and burst the dam of patience. A phrase to describe this is ‘the shit hitting the fan.’ A situation has arisen and it’s turning quite ugly- very fast. Obviously, details cannot be mentioned taking into account matters of sensitivity.

When your living on foreign soil country mates are the nearest of family one can have. Getting them on your wrong side would mean a mild form of suicide, not to mention being sidelined in the time to come. As events unfold battle lines are marked, trenches dug; everyone awaits the first shot. Loyalties are put to the test, giving rise to segregated camps. The ‘trust’ factor comes into play, and what you tell to others makes a hell of a difference.

Once war erupts, being neutral is not a very good stance; everyone wants to know whose side you’re on. I happen to be smack dead in the middle of a feud, but can’t do a damn thing to resolve it. My sole effort to broker a settlement ended when it backfired on me. So much for trying to be a nice guy. Never again am I going to involve myself in this shit!!

The wheels have already been set in motion; there is no turning back! Things are not going to be the same again......