When I was younger, my family always used me to rant at because I would just sit there and listen, offering very little in the way of advice or opinion. Due to the subject of the rants, my attitude served them just fine, and I was forced to endure endless hours of them talking about one another, as if I didn't see them all on a regular basis. Regardless of how I felt, I learned a lot about how they thought and processed - knowledge that I later used for easy manipulation of them when I was older. I'm not completely proud of how well I can manipulate the people around me, but it is a fact, nonetheless.
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| Sad sad robot. |



