Good morning gentlemen. It's zero dark thirty and the rooster is going to crow on my work shift in less than six hours. Does that matter? I'll let you argue that.

To the point: Did you do the right thing and drop that plate you were starting to have oneitis for? If you didn't, IDGAF, because you know you should have. READ THE SIDEBAR.

And, if you did, did you have a desire to hear it crash and then shatter into a million pieces so that it had to pull out all the stops and call in the Master to perform Kintsugi on itself?

If you're a Dark Triad fuck like me, then of course you did. You wanted that baby to return to the dust it came from. Now... Is this a healthy desire to have? IMO, yes. Due to the fact that I accept my own (and others) death before I enter the battle, I accept that I will need to do what is necessary during the battle to sway the outcome in my favor. Is it a healthy desire to ACT upon.... well, that depends on how you choose to act.

Disclaimer: No one is telling you to be a fool. Above all else, EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT. Knowing this, you have the power to determine the outcome of your existence. You will become what you will based upon the actions you exhibit. Saying this, only now will I share my lesson.

I met a girl on New Years Eve. It was nothing more than play. Want to know what my cold approach was? I walked up and kissed her.

She swung on my tree for a healthy two months before her frame exerted its pathetic attempt at dominance and I trimmed the branch. Did this cut the sorrow and pain I felt for the two months of mental connection we had built by communicating multiple times daily? Honestly, no. (BTW, don't try to tell me all this nit-picky garbage about the \"2-to-1 rule,\" et cetera) To my detriment, and though pathetic, I allowed her to control the frame of our final conversation. This. Is. What. Stuck. In. My. Craw.

How to go about exerting frame when the conversation has concluded.... How, how, how? You perform. You perform until your heart is content and you see in your peripheral vision the rounded shoulders of their shrunken back as they walk away with their hands stuffed into their pockets.

Go to a public place at a time where you can guess they will be. Preferably the location where you first met so that it taints their fantasy of the locale for all eternity. If you time it right, and you should, they will be there and they will be intoxicated (because honestly, I think we can all agree that most of us cold approach would-be plates in places of ill-repute.) Now, PERFORM.

Talk, be jovial, be charismatic, be the clown that everyone wants a balloon animal from. Just do it, and don't throw anything their way. Don't look, don't turn your head, don't fucking twitch. If they approach you, (though they won't,) kindly smile, say hello, and return to the conversation you were having.

Your objective is for you to own their memory of you. This is not child's-play, and this is not petty. Though this is an example of faking it until you make it, you are still exerting your dominance by displaying your IDGAF attitude.