Scratches On The Surface
So, I locked that previous entry down to friends only. In the shower, I had a change of heart, and felt I was taking too big a gamble. Even though, once again, I feel I was betraying my principles, and letting fear win the day. But it's not about me anymore.
What ultimately changed my mind on this one bit? I asked myself a question, born of a steady diet of watching Dexter:
Q: How do you reason with a sociopath (Or at least someone you have just cause to believe may be one.)
A: You don't. You simply don't. You can't. You don't even try. Trying, more often than not, makes things worse. Puts you back on their radar, fresh in their minds. Move on. Next question.
*sigh*
-TS
What ultimately changed my mind on this one bit? I asked myself a question, born of a steady diet of watching Dexter:
Q: How do you reason with a sociopath (Or at least someone you have just cause to believe may be one.)
A: You don't. You simply don't. You can't. You don't even try. Trying, more often than not, makes things worse. Puts you back on their radar, fresh in their minds. Move on. Next question.
*sigh*
-TS