Fuel drives everything that we do. Everything. The sooner you grasp this concept then the sooner you will understand what makes us tick, what lies behind our every word and our every action. The sooner you will realise that none of it was ever about you, it was always about your fuel. Fuel is what powers us, makes us feel powerful and allows us to function as we do, in the way that we want the world to see us. We draw fuel from all situations and from almost everyone we interact with. When we draw an admiring smile from the lady in the coffee shop as she hands over our morning latte we are gaining a dollop of fuel. When a colleague compliments us on the tie we are wearing we receive more fuel. When our secretary becomes upset because we berate her over a mistake she has made, yes, more fuel. The repeated ping of our mobile ‘phone as the text messages pile up from the new prospects we are mining provides us with fuel. The messages of admiration and adoration from those new targets gives us fuel as does the begging text from the person we have discarded who is beseeching us to speak to them and explain what they have done wrong. You see, fuel is so powerful that we do not even have to see you or hear you to gather it from you. All we need is to know that you reacting in an emotional manner and this will give us fuel. Accordingly when we see a text from you which reads
“Please call me, I need to speak to you, I cannot stand the pain of not being with you.”
We know that you are upset and your response, coupled with this emotion provides us with fuel. If you send us an e-mail which reads
“Thank you for last night, I had an amazing time. I can’t wait to do it again. xxx”
The adoration and love that is behind this message is the emotion which provides us with fuel.
Naturally, face to face interactions provide us with stronger doses of fuel as we see the light in your eyes and the smile on your lips or the tears in your eyes and the trembling of your lips. Good reactions and bad reactions all provide fuel. Call me names in a shouted tirade, swear at me and tell me how much you hate me. Anybody else would become angry at being treated like that or upset and either diffuse the situation, leave or stand their ground if they believe they are right. We might pretend you are upsetting us, we might pretend to be angry and we will probably argue back, but not because we feel upset or we feel angry but because responding in such a manner will provoke you all the more and thus we will gain even more fuel.
Why did we go to the concert with you? It wasn’t because we liked the artist or if we did that was just a coincidence. The reason we went was because we organised it for you and your appreciation, your smiles and your hugs all provided us with fuel. Even afterwards as you talked excitedly about the songs that were played, including your favourites and how you enjoyed the choreography, we gained fuel because your animated delight was caused by us.
Why do we discard you yet keep you as a friend on Facebook so you can see all the postings of our new relationship which we happily broadcast to all and sundry? Surely we would want to move on with this new person,notwithstanding the unnatural speed with which we have coupled with them so soon after casting you to one side? We do it because we know you cannot resist but look at the pictures of me and the new prospect smiling away blissfully and you will feel hurt, upset and anger and that provides us with fuel.
Why do we drag you back into our fantasy world after we have abused you, discarded you and smeared your good name to all and sundry? Why do we not leave you alone and let you try to piece your life together after we took a sledgehammer to it? Why must we message you, telephone you and plague you again and again and again? We do it because of the fuel you will give to us. Whether the hoover is malign so you shout at us to leave you alone or sob down the ‘phone that you cannot understand why you keep doing this or whether the hoover is benign as we promise to change and rekindle the relationship so you express your relief with tears of joy, the outcome is the same. Fuel.
Every act, every word, every behaviour is designed to draw fuel from you and others. From the minute we decided you were a viable target we began to cultivate the fuel from you. Through seduction, through the devaluation and even as we discarded you we sucked a few more drops from you. We leave you spent, for now and move on to a fresh target where the fuel is greener and begin the extraction from that unsuspecting individual. You will be returned to however because as you pick yourself up off the floor, the potential for more fuel, beautiful and sweet hoover fuel, presents itself and that is why we keep coming back.
You should always consider what your tormentor does against this matrix of the need for fuel. Everything he or she does is designed to gather this precious resource and once you alter the way you look at things you will see, with a sense of horrific realisation that there was never ever any love for you, there was only love for your fuel. You will know that each action, word and step taken was to gather fuel in some way. That golden, glittering and sparkling fuel is too great for us to resist and you are the provider of it.