Cheating is Beating
Why do I cheat? I have lost times of the number of occasions where I have been asked this question. It has followed me from my youth, the same question hanging in the air as if uttered by some spectral accuser that never leaves my side. I would play board games with my siblings and invariably they would end in shouts as I was accused of cheating. I never admitted doing so of course. Such an admission would be weak and I know that once you admit to something you become tarred with the same brush thereafter. As I successfully cheated through games of Monopoly (I played the banker and the bank’s notes would invariably drift into my pile), Cluedo (I peeked at the cards before I inserted them in the envelope), Chess (I would distract my opponent and move the pieces to a more advantageous position) and Snakes and Ladders ( I would jolt the table and then move the pieces back into slightly different places, for example moving my piece past the large snake in the centre) I revelled in my victory. To me, the means always justifies the end. If those playing were too stupid to notice what I was doing or they lacked the guile to do likewise, well, that was their problem wasn’t it? Nobody gives you an advantage in this world. I learned that at an early age and I learned it quickly. If you fear that your army will succumb on the battlefield, then change the battlefield. Is your opponent stronger and taller than you in a football match? Kick him hard early on in the game or subject him to a vicious nipple twist as a corner is coming in. It will soon put him off his stride and affect his performance.
My early experiences provided a solid foundation as I grew older and embraced the world. Everything is up for grabs and history never remembers the loser. Break into where the exams papers were kept to gain an early look at them? Why not? Advise other waiting candidates for a job that you are a shoe-in as you golf with the interviewer and watch them slink away not wanting to waste their time. Drug test? Handy I know a paediatrician who will sell me pure baby urine to evade any issue there. Renege on a deal? Complain about the service even though it has been exemplary? Insider trading? Yes, yes and yes. If I don’t do it then someone else will and they will then be succeeding where I should have and I cannot have that. My natural intelligence and charisma aid me in extracting every advantage I can by fair and more usually by foul means.
Before you wag a sanctimonious finger at me, take a look at yourself. You never handed that money in to the police that you found in the street did you? When the sales assistant gave you too much change you remained silent. How many white lies have you told? I know you used a relative’s address rather than your own to ensure your child got a place in that prized school. Called in sick when you could not face work after a heavy session drinking? Yes, I thought you had. I’ve seen you park in the disabled bay at the supermarket when it was raining. You have repeatedly cheated and you are worse than me. I at least admit I do it. Hell, I even recognise I have to do it to get what I want, but not you. You deny you have done anything wrong or you mitigate your behaviour by declaring that everyone else does it and therefore why shouldn’t you?
I don’t know why you do it. Perhaps it is because you are bored and want to generate some excitement. That does not make you too different to me does it? The need to excite, the need to cause a reaction. I know why I do it. First and foremost I am entitled to succeed and I must always be seen to be winning. Secondly, the expressions of dismay and indignant protests at my conduct (especially since I am untouchable) cause me to surge with power as they fuel me. Now, you must excuse me; I have some money markets to rig and they close in an hour.
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He would say, “I just love kicking the fire.”
It took me awhile to figure out that it wasn’t the fire he was concentrated on, it was, has and always will be the sparks that fly. He’s a number one instigator that would then complain about the drama he was always be brought into. I finally asked him once and only once, “If you don’t like the drama why don’t you stop responding?” He looked at me as though I spoke a language he did not know.
I don’t have any questions of you as of yet because I’m finding all the answers from your posts from which I’ve sought over a decade. It’s healing to finally have answers for the hunt of why.
You are welcome.
Ambiguous. You say you wouldn’t admit it bc one gets tarred with the brand. You are admitting it under cloak. We all lie. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar. I returned 11 cents to a cashier and she called me a weirdo. My narc number one returned a bag of money. He was featured in the paper as being one of the good ones. It was awesome that he did so, but he was only doing so to preach about his honesty so that when countered, he had evidence.
Did you really give an opponent a nipple twist? Maybe it is our language difference. You played football. Why don’t you anymore? Now that hockey is over, football is getting my entire attention. Who will win Euro 2016?
The nipple twist and the underarm nip all formed part of the arsenal as a corner kick was taken by the opposition. Playing someone with long hair, give it a tug when the ref isn’t looking. I always enjoyed the sledging comments as well – comments about an opponent’s sexuality, his girlfriend, his mum etc.
Who will win Euro 2016? Nobody has shone so far, but they often do not in the group stages. France have been fortunate with late goals but may gather momentum and they have home advantage. Spain cannot be rules out but I think Italy may pull a surprise since they are excellent defensively.
Nice way to incite them into getting a yellow or red card if they are undisciplined. The hair pull reminded me about someone I know who won a beauty pageant. She said tbe people hugging her were pinching her back and pulling her hair. They would put itchy powder in others bras. Tough crowd.
Teams that squeak by and win at the last moment make me nervous. They can’t be sandbagging, cuz that’s just not smart. If they are, their gamble. I love a tight, defensively played game. Thank you for your observations, thus far.
You are welcome.
France could not beat Switzerland 😜
Switzerland will win !
I admire your optimism!
You know me by now and yes I am very optimistic 😃😃.
Hopefully it will be an exciting tournament, Nikita, 🙂
and fairly played.
Fairly played. Very important. Lets wish for fair play. Its more enjoyable like this. 😃
Liar, liar pants on fire…
Nose is hanging from the telephone wire.
There are NO perfect people….
We all fall short of the Glory of God….
Yes, we sure do.
Ah by the way I adore poetry but poetry contest was an event that involved whole highschool where people were picked randomly like with lottery and then they would have to stand i front and recite a poem and another round of made up poetry where people had to make up poems in 15 minutes and read them out loud. A total horror story for me being at risk of falling in that lottery . Many people were abscent on poetry day and machinations on how to be sick were done the day before 🌚🌚 as the ones to be sick were always the same and we needed a storyline line 😂😂😂.
We have a class of 91 whatsapp chat and these stories come up from time to time 😂😂.
I’m literally scared of men that write poetry now. In the future if a man tells me he wrote me a poem I’m running the other way. Especially if it’s shortly after meeting him. Love bombing=bullshit
Hahaha you made me laugh….no comments about poems..
Its something very true you mention here. There are some people cheat in a repetitive way and then go out and condemn others for doing it or proclaim themselves as totally honest.
Or people who are in church all the time and praying inside a church and outside all they do is critizice and judge
The priest that praises honesty and is abusing children
The teacher that talks about correctness and cheats on his wife
The charity person who outside his club and event is looking at other people below their shoulder
The animal rescuer who besides closed doors also mistreats his or her animals
But there was and I am pretty sure there still are the narcissist dad or mom that taught his children to be honest in life, work hard and be helpful to people ❤️🙏🏻.
He watches over me everyday and see how his learnings did go through! ☀️
I have to admit I did pretend many times to be sick and not go to school specially if there was poetry contest or a test that I had not studied for 😝😩… Shame on me
Thanks for posting again!!!! EX-CE-LLENT ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
“I at least admit I do it” – if you/yours would admit to the multiplicity and need for multiple partners in the outset of relationships, this statement would be more convincing.
I read your posts and its if I were reading the mind of my x husband. Explains so many incidents. I’m compelled to read and know but I am in utter tears as the words sink in. I don’t know if I wish I were like u so the pain would seize or if I’m blessed to know what its like to love tho hard.
What if I told you I don’t lie or cheat…ever?
I swore I never would when I begged God for a negative biopsy result in my late teens. I haven’t lied since. I was faithful for 24 years.
I already know you think that makes me pathetic and weak.
I think it makes me strong. And noble.😊
Ok. I am coming back to say I am sorry. I lied. Not intentionally but In my haste to respond to your post I overlooked a few white lies and a big thing too. Almost all of them related to dealing with the Narc in my life at the time, while under his sphere of influence.
No, nobody is perfect. I certainly apologize for coming off as smug! Eeew!
It does make you strong and Noble. When you don’t lie, there is no need to remember cover ups or tell more lies to keep a charade going. Makes life simply pure.
Seems like you’re trying to justify your actions to me. We are all sinners. But there’s a big difference between us. You love being evil. I do not. If I found a wallet full of money I would try to find the owner. I don’t cheat in games or on tests because it’s not right and I like to see what I can accomplish on my own. Yes, I have told lies in my life but was ashamed of myself afterwards.
One day I was shopping for totes because I was going to be moving. I had four totes in the cart and when I got outside I realized I had only paid for three. Yes, I went back inside to pay for the fourth one. I try to be as honest as I can be every day. You on the other have make a choice every day to be dishonest. I feel guilty about wrong things that I have done. You don’t even have a conscience. So, you see there’s a big difference between people like me and people like you.