I often think about the type of people who take pleasure in destroying others. Not physically, but emotionally.
There
was one I knew of who openly admitted to the fact that he took great
pride in doing just that. He would befriend someone fragile, usually a
woman, and he would gain their trust. He was a very patient man so it
often did not matter how long it took to do so. To him, it was all part
of the game. He had a very efficacious technique. Once he chose the
(un)lucky girl, he would pay strict attention to every word she uttered.
He would always make certain to compliment her on various things. Since
he met these women online most of the things he would compliment her on
were things such as a success she shared or her picture or anything
creative that she had accomplished. Basic things. On top of this, he was
very much a wordsmith so every comment made was with carefully chosen
words. He would draw her in and as she let her guard down, he would
appear to let his own down as well. In time, she would find herself
completely trusting, if not falling in love with him. And he would know
the exact moment it would happen. But he would never end "the game" at
that point. He would continue to play it for months, sometimes years,
all the while stringing her along and deepening the 'friendship'. The
longer it lasted, the more deep the wound. He would even manipulate her
into slowly turning her back on those whom she called her friend and
would continue this process until she had all but alienated everyone
from her life other than him. It was a very important part of the
process and imperative to the end result.
Eventually he would
become bored with her, usually because he had found a new 'toy' to play
his game. When that time came, he would watch carefully for any opening
that presented itself for him to break off the "friendship" and make it
seem as though she was completely at fault. When that happened, his
pretty words morphed into poison as he would break her down, belittle
her and make her believe that she was completely worthless. Because she
had been manipulated, she had no one to turn to. No one she felt
comfortable in speaking with. Since he was now all she had, she would do
her best and beg for forgiveness and promising that she would be a
better person. At this time, he would graciously accept her apology.
Again he would take the time to build her up, though considerably less
effort was put into doing so. It wasn't really needed at this point. For
within a week, sometimes mere days, she would be right back where she
was before. Ignorantly blissful in her friendship with a viper. The
break-off process would happen again, and again he would treat her
mercilessly, and again she would beg and again he would "forgive" and
then even less effort would be made to keep her in his life.
This
particular cycle would span years, and eventually decades, until one
day.. he would find his opening and the break-off would include a
complete lack of contact. No longer would he even bother with her
destruction verbally. He would simply state that she was no longer worth
his time and then completely ignore her, leaving her absolutely
devastated. Then he would watch as his silence took it's toll and she
became nothing more then a husk and considerably worse off then they day
he had met her. He took delight in the fact he was able to demolish
someone so completely and then he would mock them and make statements of
utter disdain on various social networks that they were both part of.
He was careful never to state her name and he would always make these
remarks as though they were nothing more than random thoughts in his
head, but he knew that she would see them or come to know of them in
some way and that it would further crush what little shards of self
worth she had left.
And he felt proud of this accomplishment. He
viewed himself near god-like for he had taken someone fragile and
insecure and built them up into someone beautiful and strong and then
completely shattered them. He did this because it amused him and made
him feel powerful.
I do not know what became of the countless women he did this to...
I
can only say that I am among the most recent, and also, the one that
lasted the longest. While I am a little better than I was when his game
first ended, it has caused me to become very jaded... very cynical and
completely unable to trust another soul. I no longer believe that real
love exists. And I'm not just speaking of 'relationship' love, I am also
speaking of platonic love, or any category/level/style of love
whatsoever. "Love", in every sense of the word, has become nothing more
than a myth. It belongs with things like unicorns, the tooth fairy, and
Santa Claus. It is fake and there is no such thing and those that
believe in it are complete fools. I don't believe in friendship either.
Not true friendship. There are no such things as "true friends."
But,
perhaps the most important thing I have lost my belief in, is that
being a "good" person, being honest and having integrity and being
loyal, matters. It doesn't. It doesn't matter at all. It will not make
your life better. If anything, it will make your life much worse. I know
this because I have lived it. I have held myself to these standards and
I did it because I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought that
in doing so, I would eventually find others who held fast to those
values as well. But my experience with this person taught me I was a
fool. So now I am telling you. Don't waste your time or efforts on such
nonsense. These things are only useful if they are faked so that you can
get what you want out of life. Don't believe me? Just think about every
single politician that has ever existed. Or any person with real power
of some sort. None of them are, or ever were, "good people". That's
just the way the world is.
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