Take me into your darkest hour. Think
hard. Place yourself in that exact mindset
you were in. Bring me deeper until I’m inside, too deep to possibly
crawl my way out of the darkness. Are you there? Good. Here’s mine. I should
warn you now. I don’t care about your darkest hour. Questions like that or
statements are simply there for rhetorical purposes. And if you answered that
question, even thought about it for a moment. I don’t like you. Yes. Its true.
Doctors say it’s a symptom. Being so self consumed but somehow able to
manipulate people into telling you their deepest truths and pretending that
you, for that one second, are more interested in their lives than anything else
in this world. Yea. That’s me. Manipulative. Some people say it’s a bad trait;
some people call these people politicians. Either way, we’re all masters. In
different ways of course. Some are simple manipulations. Maybe you told a
little white lie to get what you wanted. To guilt someone into something. That’s
small. Miniscule. You’re not special. Join the other 99% of the population that
manipulates people every day with small white lies. It’s not you I’m interested
in remember? It’s me. I’m that other 1%. I take people and immerse them into worlds
that I’ve created for myself and truly believe exist. The difference between
this 1% and the other 99% is that 99% of people manipulate others into DOING
things for them. No. Not me, Not me and my 1%. We manipulate people to feel. We
change your feelings quicker than you can even realize how your feeling
yourself. We look at your body language, everything from the lines near your
eyes to the way your feet are pointing. We pick up on the signals your sending
and then decide if we want to keep them there. If we want to change you, we
will. We don’t fail at tasks like that. It’s something we do. It’s something
that over the years we’ve become. We are master manipulators. We are
psychopaths.
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