"Do you have a few minutes?" he asked. "I want to get something off my chest before I leave."
Playboy brought me into his room and shut the door.
"They're trying to freeze you out," he said.
"Who's trying to freeze me out?"
"Papa and Tyler Durden. They're using tactics on you."
"What are you talking about? What do you mean by tactics?"
"Wow, you really have no idea what's been going on up in Papa's room. Tyler Durden is telling everyone to ignore you. He wants you to think that everyone hates you. He's trying to make you uncomfortable in the house."
"Why would he want to do that?"
"He wants to take over. And he can't have you here because you threaten him."
This explained the head games Tyler Durden was playing the other day,
the reason he was trying to make me think everyone was against me. He was
attempting to drive me out. He was running game on me.
"He sees you as a threat to his power because he can't suck you in. You're not weak like Xaneus,"
Playboy continued.
"He sees you as a threat to his finances because you want him to pay rent. And he sees you as a threat to his women because you made out with that girl he picked up in Vegas. He thinks that if he lets his girls get near you, they're going to lose attraction for him."
...
I had played right into their hands. They were such masters of social
manipulation that they had set up the meeting so I thought I was in
charge. Papa even kept calling me the house leader. And thus, they'd managed to make it my decision to kick Mystery out. So much for the whole
win-win idea.
"They played me like a puppet," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
"They played me, too. That's a large part of the reason I'm leaving. Tyler Durden can get those guys to do whatever he wants. He's not motivated by girls. He's motivated by acquisition and power."
How could I have been so blind? In Las Vegas, I had even told Tyler
Durden point blank that he was the kind of person who liked to rise to the
top of a situation by eliminating his competitors. And he had agreed.
"All they do up in Papa's room is hang out in the bathroom and plot,"
Playboy elaborated.
"Every word that comes out of Tyler Durden's mouth is
calculated. Every post he writes is to serve an agenda. That guy's mind is all
gears, turning and manipulating. He sees everything in life as a set. They
even talk about 'guy sets' up in Papa's room now. They have routines
worked out to make students give their workshops better reviews and routines to control guys in the house. Every time someone new comes up to
their room, they inoculate him against you."/
...
When I was checking e-mail later on my computer in the office area of
the house, I noticed a program called Family Key Logger.
I would have ignored it if it weren't for the paranoia I'd developed as a result of my discussion with Playboy. So I Googled the name of the program. When I saw the
results, anger swung through my body like a wrecking ball.
Someone had installed software that was capturing every word typed on the keyboard and
storing it in a text file.
The computer was intended as a shared resource so
that residents and guests could check the Internet. This meant that whoever had installed the program now had everyone's passwords, credit card numbers, and private e-mails.
Ей така се почувствах като го прочетох тва...
🤔 Предполагах, че тея PickUp Artist-и са некви тъпаци. То не се искат сложни тактики за да се забиват мацки, а голямата им грешка е, че на база на тва съдят за "кви големи мъже са", а некъв хитър пич ги праи да умиргат.
Тоя Tyler Durden ми хареса още кат прочетох за него - гледа на всичко като "процес" и на човешките взаимоотношения като на "начин за манипулация"... напомня ми за мен. 😊 Ако бех некъв "зъл пич", щех да съм станал като него.
А тея софтуери кат Family Key Logger и подобни наистина работят. Един съученик ми разправя, как имал съмнения, че бившата му преателка му изневерява и как друг съученик (един Remote Team Lead - на Путкоскубач колега, дет прави 15+k) му казал за такъв тип софтуер дето да записва какво се пише по клавиатурата. И той я хванал, че си пише с некъв и и разпечатал доказателства и я изгонил. 😄
Ама евала - яко тъпи са тея PickUp Artist-ите. Аз къде и да съм, все ще се оглеждам да не ми гепят нещо, а тея си споделят компове, жени, пароли и кредитни карти...