It happens without you knowing. Sometimes you feel it, a little. But because the mindf*cker in your life has already tangled you in a web of confusion, when your spidey sense tingles, you cast it aside.
Arguments follow outings. Embarrassing situations go down in front of friends. Guilt trips are leveraged if you ever try to do something without the mindf*cker — like normal people do.
Why was that person looking at you?
What were you talking about?
What took you so long, huh?
Where exactly did you go?
Why do you have to go now?
Can’t it wait?
Why are you choosing other things over me and your family?
Who are you getting dressed up for?
Why did you do your hair? Paint your nails? Wear that outfit?
It becomes easier to just not go. Anywhere. Ever. Because if you do, you might find yourself (like I did) staring through a blur of soda thrown across your windshield as you back out of the driveway, a mindf*cker chasing you as you simply try to meet co-workers for an old-school hip hop concert that had been planned months in advance.
For example.
Things just start to fall off because it’s easier, and life with a mindf*cker is hard. It’s easier to stop doing the things you love, to change your behavior and avoid confrontation — even if that confrontation is irrational — than to continue being yourself or to expect the mindf*cker to change their ways.
Passions evaporate. Friends stop asking. Calls and texts aren’t worth the interrogation. Even family is put to the backburner.
Not only has the mindf*cker made it wildly uncomfortable for you to continue living the life you had, one with valued friendships and healthy hobbies, but they have also slowly poisoned your own thoughts against those same things.
Where are your friends now?
All they do is lie about me and make things up.
They’re just out to sabotage our relationship.
I just want to spend time with you.
You are choosing things over me, so how am I supposed to feel?
You’re not even good at (fill in literally anything).
You have stuff to do around here, ya know?
And then you find yourself on an island. Just you and one seasoned yet habitually unsatisfied mindf*cker. One person is now firmly the authority, the bullhorn, the critic. One feels like a shitty, isolated idiot who willfully walked right out to the island.
Mindf*ckers engulf the person they’re trying to control. They ensure their influence is ever-present, their shadow stretching the length of the other person’s life. It’s that influence that keeps someone where the mindf*cker wants them.
The mindf*cker becomes the star, and the person they’re controlling just mindlessly orbits.
That’s how that person, on that island, has become truly isolated, physically and in ideology. Over time, slowly manipulated to believe the unbelievable about themselves and others. And it will take a monumental event or seismic shift to get them back.
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