In every game & con there is always an opponent & there is always a victim. The trick is to know when you’re the latter so you can become the former. More control the victim thinks he has, the less control he actually has. Gradually he will hang himself. While I, as the opponent, just help him along. The more sophisticated the game, the more sophisticated the opponent. If the opponent is very good, he will place his victim inside an enviroment he can control. The bigger the enviroment, the easier the control. He'll toss the dog a bone, find their weakness, give 'em just a little of what they think they want. So the opponent simply distracts their victim by getting them consumed with their own consumption. You only get smarter by playing a snake. The bigger the trick & older the trick, the easier it is to pull. Based on two principles — can’t be that old & can't be that big for so many people to have fallen for it. Eventually, when the victim is challenged or questioned it means the victim’s investment, and thus his intelligence, is questioned. No one can accept that. Not even to themselves. There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists, until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning. The only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat, and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild, and clever you really are. Fear or revere me, but please, think I'm special. We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The hip-hip-hoo-fuckin' rah. Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on, you crazy diamond, bc we're all just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others. If we knew this, we wouldn’t do this. Someone is hiding it from us. And if you had a second chance you would ask: “Why?”
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