I'd like to be machiavellian. I'd even like to have rat cunning but I tend to avoid reality by hiding in ideals.
This boosts my self esteem but leaves me vulnerable to real machiavellians.
I remember the Aquarius Festival where I was feeling lonely and joined a group welcoming new arrivals. It was late at night and we started playing cards and drinking red wine. And before I knew it, and to my surprise, I was played for a fool and lost all my money.
It turned out all right, for the next morning I went to work on the garbage truck collecting and sorting the garbage for ten thousand people.
The driver of the truck was the most wonderful zen buddhist with a pigtail. And we needed him because it was a very old truck and very hard to start on the cold mornings. But with all the patience of zen he got it started every morning.
And every morning we were cheered as we did our rounds and collected the garbage. And afterwards everyone would feed us so I didn't need any money.
So I guess if I had been machiavellian or had rat cunning, I would have fleeced some innocent, instead I was the innocent, but met this wonderful zen buddhist truck driver and was feed by everyone I met.
But then I had to get back to Sydney from Nimbin in northern New South Wales without money or petrol. But I just pulled into a garage, explained my situation, and they would fill up my tank.
So although I lack rat cunning, I found zen buddhism.