[Discussion] Manipulation

What is the number to assign to the level of wrong that belongs to manipulating someone into a place where I am happier with them?

Then there is the quandary: What would be manipulation? She is strong enough that she wouldn’t do what she didn’t want to. That’s one of the reasons I fell in love with her.

It comes down to morality and justification of actions, independent and stark.

What is, then, the number value of telling
someone that you’re manipulating them
into a position where you are more comfortable with them
and at the end having them thank you for it?

And can you say that manipulation isn’t simply
making Option A more desirable – in appearance
than Option B and letting them choose?
There are no choices – is not then manipulation
a helpful hand in justification?

There are choices. There can be only choice, otherwise there is no responsibility. The choice to enact my will to alter another’s perception of a situation or of myself for my own pleasure seems to reek of salesmanship, a skill which I usually find contemptible.

Not knowing the pre-existing perception is the problem, and because of this, how am I to judge whether I am selling her something she doesn’t need, or creating the doorway she craves to walk through?

Well, my dear man. Do you believe in insight?
Yes, I thought so. And usually after a few mannerisms
and watching the eyes shift at specific moments
you have an internal knowledge of another persons
reaction. “Manipulation” or “Helpful Justification”
as I like to call it, requires an attentiveness –
are you sure that you’re “Selling” something?
Or is she LOOKING for you to create
that doorway? Is it possible that you’re not
manipulating her… that she is progressing naturally
the way she wants to and that it’s all happy
coincidence?

You, of all people, would use the phrase “happy coincidence” in relation to me and a woman? You have, however, captured the essence of my quandary and your words and mine have met the stalemate that exists in my noggin. I am to make a decision between risking performing manipulation and taking the safe out that is inaction.

So, then, it comes down to the morality of the specific actions that you would suggest. So. Suggest away.

My 1st suggestion is a standard one: if you spend much more time analyzing how you relate to each other then you’re not relating with each other which is far more important. You’ve neglected to mention the possibility that perhaps you’re both moving parallel to each other – that there is NO manipulation – and that there is an undertone of sheer joy in both of you. Perhaps the fact that you relish the shape of her speech, the sounds of her movement and the sight of her emotion is shared. Would this be okay with you? If you had nothing to prove to her and that maybe, just maybe *GASP* she means exactly what she says?

Then I am doomed. The last thing she said, in relation to this, was right after Thanksgiving, when we became “just friends.” As is evident, I am not satisfied (being that it is very difficult when one is romantically in love with a friend) and have the desire to enact change.

I don’t desire to prove anything to her. Forgive me for whining, but I desire her closeness.

She adores me, of that I have no doubt. Whatever metaphor is used, I desire a shortening of the distance between us. And yes, I placed this distance where it is to fit the definition of friends. For my own sanity.

To remove it changes, in my mind, how she and I relate to each other.

[Poem] Open 24 Hours

There are these old men, all conversing
and gesticulating at a table;
They remind me of aging mafia.
They remind me of aging us.

One of them is our old landlord from
THE LAIR
He stopped by to see how his customers
like their coffee.
He doesn’t remember the purple-haired
fat boy in a suit (double-breasted)
from the court room.

Of course, he always used to call me Aaron.
That pissed me off

I wonder what miscreants and high society
I’ll run in to and
bring together
in the next town I plant my roots in.
Not town.
City.

I wonder what it looks like;
that mark I left on this place.

[Carnival] Transpatial configurautomaton.

“Stupid horse. Stupid cat.”

His nose burned. A lot. His back ached. A lot. His knees were sending lightning bolts of pain up and down his legs. A lot. And this gods-forsaken carousel horse was still on his back. And he’d walked a total of five miles in a generally eastward direction.

“Mother beetches.”

He unceremoniously dropped the wooden piece of art (it really was beautiful) onto the sidewalk. He stretched and grinned as about twenty pops resounded from his back. It was one of those nights where you just don’t say that it can’t get any worse, because it will.

“Well, at least it can’t get any worse.”

That’s when the Mack truck hit him. No, seriously. A big, 18-wheeled, Mack truck. Smacked right into him. It surprised him too. He wasn’t as surprised as the driver was when he discovered that Dragon wasn’t meaty chunks on the pavement. The semi rolled to a halt, and Dragon peeled himself off of the grill of the truck.

The driver blinked. He didn’t quite understand what he saw. His rational mind told him that something like this couldn’t exist, and was purely impossible. His instinctive side told him, “Run you stupid fuck!”. He just kind of stood there, torn. That was when the war hammer inverted the left side of his skull.

A hulking thing bellowed into the night, celebrating its kill. Its neck was far too long for it to be human, that and the slightly wedge-shaped head. It stood upright, though, and grasped a war hammer in a five-fingered (although scaled and taloned) hand.

No one credible believed their eyes when they saw the figure flapping lazily through the sky on scaled wings, holding a brightly-painted carousel horse in its feet, heading vaguely eastward.

Two Tests – actual cool ones.

Kevin Smith male character test. Yoinked from .

You give off bad vibes, and like to have control in any given situation. If you aren’t satisfied with something then you don’t think anyone else should be either. You’d go pretty far to get what you want, even if it means wiping out human existance! On an upside…you do have sexy horns.
Take The “Which Kevin Smith Male Are You?” Quiz!!

Anthem Test. Yoinked from .

My anthem is “For You”, by Staind.
The only time I can find comfort is when I’m in my own mind. I know exactly what I want to say, if I could ever have a chance to get it all out. I may look like any other person on the outside, but I’m screaming on the inside…
Find out what YOUR anthem is HERE!