
It Always Starts with Kindness
It always starts with kindness, doesn’t it? A compliment that lands too perfectly. A “just checking in” text. A joke that feels private — like a secret only you two share. You called it chemistry; they called it strategy. Nobody ever follows orders — they follow warmth. And you followed it, didn’t you? Right into the conversation you can’t stop replaying. Scroll back through your week. That one message that made you feel special. The apology that sounded rehearsed. The voice that soothed you just enough to shut you up.
The Gentle Art of Control
Manipulation isn’t genius; it’s survival with better manners. People do it because it’s faster than honesty and cleaner than begging. You’ve done it — smiled when you wanted something, stayed quiet when silence worked better, said “don’t worry about it” when you absolutely wanted them to worry. It’s not a plan; it’s muscle memory. You just learn which version of yourself gets results. Most of it happens before you even think — a pause, a glance, a soft laugh that lands exactly where it should. The scary part? It doesn’t feel like control. It feels like charm. And that’s why it works every single time.
Control Feels Holy
I never force anyone. Why would I? People love volunteering for their own cages. You just have to make it feel like comfort. A nod, a compliment, a well-timed silence — they hand you the reins and thank you for holding them. They call it trust. I call it common sense. I don’t lie, not really; I just edit. Trim the truth until it fits the story they already want to hear. It’s not cruelty — it’s management. Everyone wants direction, they just don’t like admitting it. And when they follow you, eyes soft, waiting for permission to breathe? That’s not control. That’s devotion dressed in denial. Tell me that doesn’t feel divine.
The Experiment — How to Trap a Friend Without Meaning To
Pick a friend — not your best one, just reliable enough to feel guilty. Do them a small favour they never asked for: fix something, bring coffee, feed their cat. Don’t brag. Just let that warm, awkward gratitude rot quietly in their gut for a day or two. Then ask for something bigger. Not insane — just big enough to sting their conscience if they say no. They won’t. They’ll nod, maybe mumble about “returning the favour,” and boom — you’ve got them. That, right there, is manipulation : a guilt trip disguised as kindness. It’s not genius; it’s human nature. People will hand you what you want just to feel like good people.
The Last Trick — You Were Never Just Reading
You’re still reading. Knew you would. Don’t lie — you felt the pull. The rhythm, the tease, the tiny hooks in every line. That’s control, and you liked it. And now you’re thinking about that experiment, aren’t you? You’ll tell yourself it’s just curiosity, a harmless test. You’ll pick a mate, pull the trick, watch it work, and laugh like it was all just psychology. It won’t feel wrong. It’ll feel easy. That’s the point.
People stop pulling your strings eventually. Don’t worry — you’ll keep tugging them yourself.
It’s called “comfort.” It’s adorable, really — a cage with good lighting.
(Read next: Habits — How Routine Becomes a Beautiful Prison.)
You’ve read this far. That means something.
Tell me about the time you were manipulated — or the time you played the game yourself.
I’m collecting stories. Real ones. Ugly ones. Beautiful ones.
Send yours to me — maybe I’ll turn it into the next piece.Some stories get published. Some just stay between us. Either way, you’ll be remembered.
Social constuctivism. I absorbed what you wrote, liked it. You are made by the people around you?