a fight of no fists

i have sympathy for manipulative abusers. i've known them long enough to be familiar with the ins and outs of their modus operandi. hell, i've even ended up being in an intimate relationship with them.

manipulation is one of the ways to get an ideal outcome. cause at the end of the day, we just want to get what we need or want. ergo, manipulation can be either reasonable or unreasonable. it's definitely unfair. you're treating an oblivious individual in a particular way that will result in a predictable reaction leading to your preferable scenario. manipulation is what people do when they decide, either by choice or out of necessity, a level-headed discussion or negotiation isn't desirable.

manipulation isn't fighting fair. i don't like being in unfavorable situations, but i have to put up with people to maintain harmony in society. so i'm vigilant of any and all efforts of take advantage of me. most of the time i catch onto it, but sometimes i get played, especially when i'm fooled into assuming their best intentions to be true.

that's why we always get hurt by those that we least expect. sometimes we think we're on the same page, sometimes we think they have our interests in mind, sometimes we think that just because they're good to us they cannot be bad anymore. our capacity for malevolence is as raw as our capacity for kindness. neither of them are absolutely exclusive for specific people. we can extend compassion to our enemies, we can cause pain to our allies.

i hate it when i'm manipulated. i hate it even more for knowing it's done to my face. but i don't hate the people who do it me. i actually feel sorry for them that they couldn't just simply be upfront about things. i know there's no turning back for them. the cost of admitting to be wrong almost always far outweighs the benefit of truth's freedom. liars will be liars, cheats will be cheats. but there's still room for improvement - either being more honest, or being better at lying and cheating. but at the end of the day, they always learn a thing or two about consequences

harshly and terribly so

oftentimes from me.

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