An ode to schmuck

As promised, I’ll write about schmuck..

Schmucky is really a bad, bad person. His ego is way, way over the top. He finds satisfaction in manipulating one's mind. He really loves picking other people's brain. He's sarcastic. He’s sinister. He’s the devil’s advocate.

He always gives me headaches that not any aspirin can cure; yet it’s that type of headache that I can’t help but love having. I hate it when he’s trying to trap me into saying things I really don’t wanna say, but it’s endearing to see him enjoying himself every time I blush in embarrassment.

We share mutual manipulation. He is manipulating my mind for it to believe that it is I who is actually controlling him, not the other way around. On my part, I let him have the satisfaction of picking my brains. We actually are controlling each other hehe..

At first I thought he’s is one of those few people who were able to resist my charm, which is my tool for manipulation. Yet now I see it, he can’t. Right schmucky?

Anyways, we are each other’s ego-booster, not that I think he still needs one. It’s just funny that someone as selfless and giving as him can be so egoistic and sarcastic at the same time.

Yup! Such an endearing prick..