Valentines - Love What You Do
Valentines - A career change may help you find that you found your calling, if you love what you do.
Cupid lined up the shot. He kneeled there looking down the barrel of his gun holding it as still as possible. He seen the big man coming out of the tree line onto the lawn and was able to recognize that indeed the target was on site.
It seemed business was slowing down for the poor Cherub. As the years had wore on people stopped hoping to find their soul mate. They gave up on the idea of having a twin flame. They gave up on the idea of romance.
Ever since personality disorders had come to the forefront the very thing that was protecting humanity as a whole by keeping those most disordered, uninformed about their own disfunction and oblivious to the concept of self-reflection these people had largely kept their damage to a localized population group which seemed to contain the potential havoc that they could cause. However, with the advent of the internet things began to change.
The main thing that protected civilization was a combination of how unaware of their own actions and motivations that they were in conjunction with the seemingly universal desire to keep the rest of humanity at arm's length away. The internet changed all that.
At first it was lauded as the savior of humanity by those naive and optimistic souls that would look past the potential evil that could be done to see more in individuals that clearly did not care what other people thought. It didn’t take long and the social fabric that the internet created became riddled with horror stories about what had happened to a person in various circumstances where they had managed to unhinge a demon upon themselves.
These stories began to draw in those that embraced their darkness and understood about themselves that their true nature was one of darkness where conversely the unaware disordered tended to care too much about what their neighbors thought or where they themselves fit overall in the social hierarchy of their community. These disordered people were a train wreck to themselves and to their families but they were harmless in terms of intentional evil as they were not aware of the effects their manipulations had on the other person and were content to leave things at the point where they got what they wanted.
There is another side to the disordered. One that is cold, calculating, industrious, able to show self control and a desire to attain as much wealth as they can using any method that they figure that they can get away with. These sociopath types have accepted that they were the more apt to indulge in criminal type behavior and so they embraced the idea of being degenerates of society.
It’s when these sociopaths, narcissists, sadists, psychopaths and even borderline and neurotypical individuals start gathering in online communities together that the real threat to humanity begins to emerge. These anti-social personalities begin swapping stories and writing of their exploits anonymously thus giving them free reign to be as honest as they would like to be about what it is that they have done in the past.
Soon, a collection of stories emerge. A sort of catalogue of the most intense mind numbing, brain scarring, and life altering strategies emerge and each of these individuals begin practicing each other’s tricks on regular people to see if they can replicate the success of the person who wrote about the exploit they managed. Once an effect, a manipulation, a thought reform, or some other dark type of control is proven to be successful then it goes into each of their own compendium of tricks to do to someone in order to drain as much as you can from them or gain total control over that person’s agency.
When this control get’s used through the short cut of love and relationships the people in the world begin to wise up. They start to see humans in general as a big risk because there are so many of these sociopaths out there practicing these proven mind destroying tactics to scam as much as they possibly can from their target. In essence this compendium of dark psychology knowledge becomes the gold standard for any sociopath to follow. It’s in essence, the narc manual that narcissistic survivors refer to only this one is a manual of practical implications that discuss specifically what it is that the sociopath needs to do in order to get control and to extricate all the wealth with little risk and exposure.
This manual has everything from catfishing, to estate fraud, to how to trap a disabled man and kill him after you trick him into marriage. The manual was the greatest threat to humanity since the atom bomb because it has armed countless sociopaths with practical knowledge on how to destroy someone which they previously would never have been able to think of even a fraction of the strategies that are laid out in this book.
Now, no one will date anyone. Everyone is scared to meet anyone new because these sociopaths look just everyone else and you cannot easily tell who is actually interested in you verses who is there to suck out your life, your assets, and leave you broken or dead on the side of the road with nothing but a shattered soul and heart.
It was for this reason that Cupid decided he had to take action. Valentines day was his only way of making money each year and in the recent years his expenses have far outgrown the value of having a valentines day to such an extent that he found he was in danger of bankruptcy. No one was wooing anyone and no one was buying anything. His love arrows seemed to have no effect and people were not letting their guards down enough to get to know one another.
One day, Cupid snapped. His wings were repossessed and he had to put his childhood wings back on which were horribly undersized. Rather than risk being ridiculed he avoided his places where his friends typically go. He was far too nervous to indulge in anything that could see him lose his cool and have his child wings taken too. Try to explain how your big day per year suddenly has become irrelevant and no matter what, you’re viewed as a failure.
Imagine if kids started turning away presents from Santa. Imagine if the Easter Bunny was told to stick his chocolate eggs up his ass. If things got so bad that no one would accept now what they so readily clamored for then clearly there was a mismatch on sales and overall strategy.
King Cherub summoned Cupid to discuss with him his difficult financial circumstances and the conversation couldn't have went worse. King Cherub in effect told Cupid that Valentines day was being obsoleted and so there was no more budget to fund his day. With that Cupid’s life as he knew it was over. He was a total failure.
That night while he lay in bed looking at the roof, he decided he would repay the world for what it had done. The endless betrayal and slow spiral into the ground left such a bad taste in his mouth but when he found out it was his friends that had broken into his office and stole his life fortune he really cracked, and he vowed he would make this Valentine's Day the most memorable one ever.
Cupid lined up the sight. He looked through it and clearly, he could see a large fat man with a red shirt on and a really overdramatically grown white beard. Cupid recognized the bells buckle and he knew that he was indeed Nick the man who gets his Jollys off stealing thunder from Jesus.
Cupid figured his last Valentine's Day should also be the last day any of his previous competition who would hog the title of ‘Man of the Year’ would now lose their days as well. No one was going to have a day. No chance, now he was going to be the equalizer.
He pulled the bolt back and slid the rifle shot into the chamber. He took note of the wind and the gusting as well so he adjusted the little knob on his gun to the right two clicks. Cupid slowed his breathing as he once again aligned his shot with the target. Once Cupid had a bead on Nick’s head he took a deep breath and held it for a half of a second while he slowly squeezed the trigger.
The kick of the rifle pushed his shoulder back and the clank of the firing pin hitting the bullet then sounding off loud echoing guns. Cupid was far enough back that it took a couple moments for the bullet to reach the target. Nick had taken the shot directly with a bullet through his chest and heart thus blowing out his circulatory system a big spray of thick red fluid and meat pieces seemingly coagulated somehow exited his back at the speed of a bullet, spraying the people that were beside him.
Shocked the woman that received the biggest spray sat there dumbfounded with her mouth open and her body completely drenched and dripping in warm sticky blood. After a few moments she began screaming and yelling hysterically as her husband put his arm around her in an attempt to calm her down.
Old Nick barely noticed the shot go through him. He felt a solid punch out of nowhere and even stood there shocked himself for a moment as he tried to understand his rapidly changing environment. Within a moment or two Nick felt his strength wash out of him and a sickly headache quickly overtook him as he collapsed first to his knees and then to his chest, smashing his face totally unprotected onto the pavement.
"I love this" Cupid thought to himself.
Christmas was officially cancelled.
