Innocence escapes a man the first time he is eventually betrayed by the one he loved or trusted to never stab him in the back. It’s — in my experience — inevitable. Whether that’s family. A lover. A friend. And when it happens I truly believe the heart breaks a little. Fragments chip off and scars get tattooed onto the flaps of one of the chambers. It darkens the soul a little. A bit of that white, holy innocence fades into black. That’s why you see a lot of men who can never stick with a single woman regardless of how good it is, they’ll just throw it away because of one small issue they found to bother them. But that one small issue never truly bothered them in the first place, they were just looking for an out. A way to avoid the potential of what ever white and holy remains in his already tainted heart to not be further shaded with the dark hue of Love and War. And thus, in prevention of destruction in what is good and loving, a man hurts those who are just as — or potentially more — innocent than they are; in turn, starting and continuing the endless cycle of Love and War.
It seems as if the only way to put an end to this cycle is to risk potentially harming yourself as you once did when you allowed yourself to naively — when your heart was full and in tact — trust. All to avoid hurting the ones you love, hoping in return, they won’t hurt you. And as animalistic as we are, this goes against our very fundamental structure. We aren’t designed to repeat what caused us serious harm. You put your hand on a stove as a kid, you’ll not only make sure you never do that again, but you may have ticks or tendencies to this day that you’ll find yourself avoiding cooking, or fires in general. Yet we are expected to trust after having our supposed brother backstab us? Our loved ones break our heart? Thick blood thins out into nonexistence?
That is why there are measures set up to avoid these bad outcomes. Because we are not cowards who will avoid the negative potential outcomes that always come in the plight of something good and holy, but we are also not stupid and naïve as we once were. So we set up filters. Netting systems that let the bad seeds fall through, not giving chance to hurt us as it once did when we believed nothing could.
Thus, the warlord is born. And the tactics present themselves. Not in a book, but through real life experiences. Until you’ve come across this. Warlord Tactics is a series I will be starting where I will go into what may be seen as Machiavellian or Dark Triad maneuvers that are “toxic” or “psychotic” but the truth is, they will take you very far and prevent you — as best as can be prevented — from being foolishly hurt as well taking strong strides in controlling your destiny and future legacy. And in today’s topic we will take about compartmentalizing allies and foes.
There is a hierarchy in anything we do. You have food rankings of which you love the most. You have a type of girl you’re most into. And you have friends you’re closest to for whatever reason that may be. Maybe he’s the wisest and you feel most elevated towards your goals when around him. Or another really makes you feel good when you’re down. Or another knows all the hottest girls. Point is, whether you know it or not, you have a hierarchy of friends, but probably not one you purposely set up. And that is how you end up getting hurt, backstabbed, and overall mistreated; I’m here to help you prevent that.