I have two wolves inside me.
One says commit a felony.
The other says "Get out of my car and walk 18 miles if you don't want to do what you said you would do. There's a working car that's not mine right in front of you and you have the keys to it, if you keep sitting here I'm going to start driving not enough to kill or maim you but just enough to make you get away from the vehicle because I have told you very clearly multiple times to get the fuck out of my car. Make your choice."
And man the second wolf is legal and frankly, provides worse consequences for stupidity than a punch from my weak ass could ever hope to provide. Ik I'd rather get punched in the face by someone like me than walk a near marathon starting at 2 am, would probably be less sore in the morning from the punch. All ik is any time I fight someone I wake up covered in bruises and they might wake up with a fingernail scratch or two and that's only if I am so fucking drunk I can barely feel pain and just keep clawing at them even after my face gets dragged along gravel or if I have to run over gravel barefoot or if I get sat on by a 300 lb cop. I'm a shit fighter but damn there is something to be said about my willingness to just keep going ad nauseum if I am angry and/or drunk enough, probably nothing good, but god help the motherfucker who pisses me off that badly without actually being able to fight me off because I would hurt them very very badly and I probably wouldn't stop after they died. I might not even realize they died. So, that being said, round of applause for the lucky fact that sober me is bad at fighting (And generally doesn't want to anyway) and drunken me is a murderer out of a horror film but in the body of a starving fieldmouse with a bac of .4 that hasn't slept in 2 days and just took a hit of acid, with the same planning ability too.
The first one can be used to make me look crazy or irrational, AND get me legally prosecuted.
The second one could be considered setting a boundary. As in, "I drove you up here under the condition you do this, I stated this many times, you could not provide me a real answer until you just said yes to convince me to do what you wanted, and I have decided that people who lie to me to get me to drive them somewhere get to either drive their car home like they said they would, or walk their happy ass home because when I sit and think about the stupid mind game I just fell for it makes me realize you will never learn to stop if the only consequences you face are ones you write off as me being crazy, or overreactive, or call the cops over. So instead of screaming at you so you can go around acting like you did nothing and I just yell at you and lose my mind on you for no reason, because to somebody who does not experience the majority of their time and resources being wasted because they allow, fall for, and enable your nonsense - to somebody who does not experience just consistently having any money saved, any progress in life made, destroyed for what at the end of the day appears to be no reason beyond "You felt like it" on a near daily basis- yeah, screaming, yelling, and violence appears unwarranted and mentally insane.
So I can play into that setup you so often seem to push for, and go to jail, or be asked if I am drunk or on drugs even when I am sober (And yes, this has happened, to the point of me being drug tested in sober living due to how crazy I was acting over some made up bs. )
Or.
I can listen to wolf two,
and you can simply get the fuck out of my car and walk 18 miles. Or like 8 to small city y Or like 30 to big city x. Either way you can fulfill the condition I agreed to this drive upon or walk until you have blisters with diameters similar to that of golf balls.
Lo and behold, the shit works, turns out I can be manipulative too and was given a pretty easy means to do it as well, because I can think further ahead than somebody who frequently gloats about "how many steps ahead they're always thinking" would ever dream of giving me credit for, simply because I don't typically act drastically based on shit I don't even know for certain. Already had a fucking excuse for why he wouldn't be at work the next morning thought up in my head in case he chose the walking route.
And then mf pulls over after a while of driving. I call him, he tells me he's "having car issues"
"Oh rlly. What kind?"
"...."
"Yeah right I don't believe you, pull over again I will pass right by and you can either get on the road again or as I said before, walk. At this point as much as you have lied to me I won't pick you up unless you send me a picture of that car on fucking fire."
Both of the wolves are mean as fuck
But wolf 1 is honestly kind of a pussy, sorta like a toddler with severe psychological disturbances and anger issues in the body of a slightly anemic overly fluffy person with the stamina of a pack a day smoker and the strength of a bodybuilder if that body builder was 6 and the agility of a 100 year old hospice patient trying to win a gold medal in olympic gymnastics. Very disturbing talk, moderately amusing execution, still genuinely kinda terrifying with a weapon in their hand.
Wolf 2 would let you die as they watched if you were dying of your own stupidity because if they continue trying to help you, they'll die of your stupidity too. And they will tell you you're an idiot who brought all this on yourself as you die. They won't hurt you. They will simply refuse to continue hurting themselves to help you out of problems and situations you made up and manufactured while hoping they would somehow hurt them more than yourself. And then wolf 2 will laugh at you for expecting them to waste their time, their money, or the last of their fucks on problems that only exist because you decided to either pull them out of your ass or ignored every single bit of reminding or advice that would have kept the very real problem from getting much worse. Wolf 1 attempts to literally kill you. Wolf 2 knows they don't have to harm anybody or anything to kill the authority you pretend to have over them, and that to kill you would be giving you more power over them than just about anything else in the end, because while you would be dead, now they get to go to prison for life, because they let you have THAT much power over their reactions and actions. That is not real revenge. That is not real power.
Wolf two knows there is more power in dealing with whatever "Consequences" or punishments the person pushing at you attempts to dole out for disobedience and their own failure at manipulation and/or gaslighting with either grace, swift legal action, indifference, or amusement.
Like oh, you broke my gear shift?
(Yes this happened today. While I wasn't even in the car. Came back out and he had had trouble getting it to go into park fully. As I have had before. So he felt a need to completely destroy my gear shift. I have a good size cut on my thumb as I type from trying to force my handleless gearshift into park.)
Cool beans! I would rather set this car on fucking fire than let you use the false promise that you won't fuck the damn thing up or drive it like an idiot if I just do what you want to manipulate me ever. Fucking. Again. I would rather fucking work alone tomorrow than let you get away with saying one thing to get me to agree to something I made VERY clear was dependent on the conditions you lied about, and then doing another. I would rather make you walk 18 miles. I would rather risk you wrecking your OWN car as some kind of messed up reaction to having to drive it or walk. (To hell with it, not actually my car.) I would rather you wander off and just not come back. I would rather something bad happen to you because you chose the 18 mile route. I would rather you come home and make up lies about infidelity and people out to get you and whatever, all because I kicked you out of my car for being a fucking liar one time too many.
Because at the end of the day, all that shit, is something you are doing to yourself. You chose the actions that lost your license in the first place (And blamed it on anybody but yourself.). You choose to walk over drive, if you get hurt, it's not as though I didn't leave you with a safer easier option. You chose to not show up to work if you choose to walk. If you come back and choose to make up stories and fantasies about me cheating on you, people being out to get you, etc, all because somebody actually gave you the ultimatum of "Fucking do what you said you would or face actual physical consequences for your actions" in a way you can't get them behind bars for because all they did was kick someone out of their car for lying to them make them willing to drive to the very place at which you are now being dropped off alone for that very lie (Because you are very bad at manipulation when your target has reached the point of having less emotional involvement, because you have gone to such extremes that they actually had to pull away emotionally to be able to think rationally enough to keep basic things like car, shelter, food, while you seem to be pushing to destroy those things with falsehood and made up conflicts at every turn. You lost your emotional hold by making detachment an effective survival strategy, so, ironically, just fucked your ability to manipulate up really well.)
If you (Aka he, the man I am with irl and am whining about) choose to do ANY of that
That is a problem with YOU.
Not me. Says more about you than all your fucking lies could ever say about me.
Wolf 2 decides your manipulation tactics simply are not impressive enough to warrant going to hell and back for no reason but to prove to you for the 100th time that they can and will, even if it's for a cause and struggle that wouldn't even exist if you hadn't created it because you just find it so entertaining to see their reaction to their things being lost, broken, or destroyed. Because you find it entertaining to talk down to them all day. Because you find it entertaining to expect sex daily and when your response to them not wanting it for the 2nd or 3rd day in a row is "REALLY?" and make it into an issue of "You don't love me" or "You aren't loyal" instead of simply "Your sex drive is lower than mine" and when they respond negatively to all that "REALLY" or "Wow...you said you would..."(Because I responded with yes to him asking for something 5 hours ago both because he was half joking and I wanted to save the fight for the end of the day, so I could not be put through so much bullshit until then.) that's when you bring out accusations of dishonesty, infidelity, lack of love (Which, at this point, is borderline true. Though if I didn't love him, I would have started driving the very second he didn't get tf out of my car.) because how dare they point out how shitty it is to treat someone you say you love that way over a day of missed sex. Because you like to watch them get to the point of no longer being able to hide how much of a chore sex for the 3rd day in a row feels like, because when they can't hide it anymore is when you get to tell them it's because they don't love you at all, or are getting their "needs met" from other people. To which I have always thought...adding more sex on top of what barely keeps you from doing some shit like gaslighting me into believing you tasted a flavored condom on me, gaslighting me into believing I am dishonest for not admitting my coworkers bought me alcohol (I had just gone into the gas station and bought it while he was in the bathroom. It was still cold as hell. Being upset by that is ok. Good, even, I'm a fucking alcoholic. Always will be. Living with someone is frankly the only reason I don't get blackout drunk nightly. Thing is, he bought me a bottle of wine himself yesterday. It wasn't the drinking that he used as an excuse to treat me like I was the most dishonest scum of the earth. It was a lie about where I got it from that he invented and shat on me for not believing or validating.)
adding more sex on top of all that would be actual fucking torture and boy let me tell you if I would put myself through that shit we wouldn't be living in an apartment or homeless we would have a house because you would have to pay me such a ridiculous amount of money to have sex more than once a day AND try to hide it from an overcontrolling husband who used to go through my whole phone, used to track me on google maps and use it to say I was somewhere else, used to demand selfies with timestamps written on paper, and recently even asked our carrier for call logs which he then used to claim I called our old neighbor who he also for ages claimed I cheated on him with, even giving a specific number, which I then ofc couldn't find on my phone because it was a bullshit lie he pulled from his ass because he was mad I spent an hour in the bathroom drawing. Or whatever tf made him mad that day.
I mean seriously, if it's the second or third time of the day multiple days in a row and I have to hide it from a PERSON LIKE THAT? I expect enough money to move to a foreign country where that person will never be able to find me and buy a huge mansion there with a hottub, in ground pool, a private helicopter, and a personal butler or maid for the next 50 years of my life. I mean seriously tf does he even think I am there is no amount of money worth whatever fucking hell he would attempt to bring to my life if I had ever ACTUALLY cheated on him. Like seriously...if I am cheating...let's just say there will be signs. And not signs like scrolling facebook or wanting an hour to myself or leaving work when I'm scheduled to (Because I should have to stay past my shift just to be there with you even though this causes me a 12 hour shift. I often do stay past somewhat). Signs like bars of fucking gold I forgot to take with me as I packed to leave your ass before moving to a country you don't know the name of.
Edit: My bad my mind keeps saying "flavored condom" when in reality he said "Flavored lube" so manipulative the way I misrepresent things (Or at least probably what he would say about it as he used to correct it to 'flavored lube' every. single. damn. time. It was brought. Up. Like wtf dude that's NOT THE FUCKING POINT WHO CARES)