It’s somewhat disturbing, I’ve observed, to realize you’re being “played” by someone not entirely benevolent—even more disturbing to realize how very easy it is to be manipulated into doing things that bring you no good and only harm.
Correspondingly it is somewhat disturbing to realize that you’ve been unreflectively manipulating someone in a way that is not very benevolent at all, which is also surprisingly easy to do, especially in situations where you have a lot of leverage in shaping someone’s personality. I suspect that assholishness is largely unconscious, consciously self-deprecated, and addictive because it consistently yields id-appealing super-ego-unjustified reward. In my experience females tend to be more reflective of and feel more guilty about analagous forms of manipulation (perhaps because of having more opportunities to be manipulative), but this is an anecdotal small sample size.
ETA: I think it’s rather aesthetic how there are all these implicit humanistic stories between the lines of the cold analysis… it’s like somewhat ambiguous abstract lyrics in music. “Oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.”
Correspondingly it is somewhat disturbing to realize that you’ve been unreflectively manipulating someone in a way that is not very benevolent at all, which is also surprisingly easy to do, especially in situations where you have a lot of leverage in shaping someone’s personality. I suspect that assholishness is largely unconscious, consciously self-deprecated, and addictive because it consistently yields id-appealing super-ego-unjustified reward. In my experience females tend to be more reflective of and feel more guilty about analagous forms of manipulation (perhaps because of having more opportunities to be manipulative), but this is an anecdotal small sample size.
ETA: I think it’s rather aesthetic how there are all these implicit humanistic stories between the lines of the cold analysis… it’s like somewhat ambiguous abstract lyrics in music. “Oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.”