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  I’m naturally very high in Dark Triad traits. I’m self-centred, always filtering a plan through “how does it affect me though”. I’m a career salesperson and lifelong social chameleon, and I have selective empathy to protect myself because when it’s activated, it’s ACTIVATED. So I leave my empathy off most of the time. What grinds my gears is seeing these traits I work against myself to overcome be paraded as the silver bullet that will save young men from themselves. I work against this side of me and look for the right amount of empathy to connect without overloading my circuits and bleeding my heart all over the place.  Because that’s what makes life human, real and fun. Throwing that away on purpose is retarded. I also contend with Persistant Demand Avoidance to make this happen. But the powerful combo of Dark Triad, PDA, a Sales Career, years in the Redpill space from a young age, and a bunch of other factors kept me in this dark hole cosplaying as a psycho for years, th...

I’ll never be one of them. I’ll never be normal. I can wear the skin of normal, talk normal, walk normal and even… in short bursts… think normal (I assume) but in my bones I will always be who I am. And when I look towards the people who are what I am, I still don’t get the feeling I’m really allowed to feel like one of them.

Right now, there’s a young boy excited for his big first day of school tomorrow. He’s playing Xbox in his pyjamas, laughing, loved, safe. He doesn’t know any different. He doesn’t know he’s living the last truly happy days of his life. Soon, the real world will come for him. It will bulldoze his mind, crush his spirit, and pack him into a neat little neurotypical box: quiet, compliant, acceptable, suffocated.

We are not burned out. We are  burned alive . By jobs that want my mind but punish my truth. By people who say “be yourself” and flinch when I do. By a world that worships normal like a god and treats autistic like a disease. I see you. Grinding your teeth through meetings. Masking every instinct until your own reflection looks foreign. Playing the role just right so you don’t get fired, dumped, excluded,  erased . I see you. Cracking jokes to make them comfortable. Pretending you didn’t notice the condescension. Choking on rage just to keep a seat at a table that was never built for you. We’ve tried it their way. We smiled when we wanted to scream. We adapted. We camouflaged. We faked being “just tired” when we were breaking apart. And what did it get us? Isolation. Misdiagnosis. Trauma wrapped in HR language. A lifetime of being “too much” for the very people who demanded our brilliance. I see you. Stimming in secret. Practicing your “phone voice.” Calculating how weird is...

  This isn’t satire, it’s a survival manual dressed in metaphor. Manipulation isn’t evil by default, but if it’s misunderstood, we are vulnerable to being played. By educating ourselves on these things we can avoid the pain of being blindsided by them. On the spectrum, we pay close attention to people, trying to learn how they work. Sometimes this studying of humans leads us to unpleasant knowledge we didn’t originally set out to find. Today I decided to write about manipulation. This isn’t a guide for wannabe cult leaders. It’s a breakdown of how power works in the real world, stripped of polite lies. Manipulation happens everywhere: in families, friend groups, offices, schools.  Most of us do it without even knowing, or worse, get eaten alive by people who do it better.  This post isn’t glorifying abuse. It’s exposing patterns.  The cat, the pimp, the warlord are metaphors for influence, control, and survival. You can learn from them without becoming the villain. A...