I’ve been doing a bit of social engineering lately, dear reader…you know, just for fun and profit. And I’ve got to say I’m a bit surprised with its efficacy. I used to do a lot more of this, but for some reason I fell out of practice. But it does work. You know what doesn’t work? Walking in the front door and asking for something, a job, a date, whatever. It’s as if you were playing chess, and your strategy was simply to ask your opponent for his queen, please: the only thing he’s going to give you is a middle finger. If you want a job, create a crisis or some kind of dire need, and then suddenly make yourself known as a ready solution. Don’t ask anybody on a date…just make the idea of a life without you seem so repellently boring as to be unacceptable, and the rest is inevitable.
Ain’t no social engineering in writing, though, dear reader, as I know I don’t have to tell you. For we are the People of the Pen, and we have an endless supply of bitter ink. Right? Right. Write.
N.P.: “Would?” – Opeth
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