Getting in the Ring

When one begins to understand the psychology of war only then does one begin to win. I used to competitively spar in my more pathetic years but that sort of fight does not compare to the battles we often times fight amongst ourselves. Battles of wits, egos, and sheer poweress in trying social situations. I'm am not one to confine all of humanity into the box of 'assholes' 'dumb bitches' and 'cunts' but every now and then you run across people that would like nothing more than cut you down and make your needs subservient to their own. People that would be more than willing to rip their crash pad from underneath you because you got further on their project than they assumed you would. People that would hope with every fiber in their being that you won't or cannot do something that they themselves have done. People that despise any sort of success you have had because they could not accomplish such a task and then they are more than willing to base their judgement on a set of ethical frameworks that they do not follow themselves. Basically, these people exist and I, myself, would rather pull out my own fingernails than to see such people victorious, especially when they are toe to toe with me. I have seen it countless times where the meek or the yellowed bellied are easily over run by the fuckers and it breaks my heart. But nothing is better and nothing so sweet as when the time comes for them to run into someone like me or greater. This is where the psychology of war comes into play and how to turn any bitter shit head into a cowering chicken. It is not what they say or how they say it but the root emotion the speaker is trying to hide. Many will try cloak their true intent with snide comments, attempts to weaken your argumentative framework, or shit talking behind your back but that is when you stand up nice and tall, look them in the eye, put on a devilish smile and say "Who are you again?"