I saw him and read his thought before the game even began; in the background purred “Blood Runs Cold” by Is It Sunday?, that seductive jazz.
His thought: “She’s definitely a 10.”
That remark disappointed me faintly—“Still scoring when my language is pure energy”😮💨
The last rating I received was 1.21 gigawatts 😎
While I savor the entire board with my whiskey and a Montecristo No. 2 🥃—I was there feeling his beats, oh this emotional chess, I had the positional advantage, no need to attack yet—only maintain the pressure 🌡️
It is not romance—It’s art 💋
It is not clairvoyance—I have simply grown adept at reading patterns.
It’s like human machine learning 📊… Blame my profession 👩💻
Many believe ego is arrogance, but in truth, ego is merely the sense of “I am I”
It is knowing which devil you are—and since others do not know their own, they judge—when mortals face the unknown, they label it 🧛🏻♀️
When I speak of the devil, I speak not of morality—I speak of the shape of your flame, your inner architecture, your sovereign energy… and those who refuse to face their demons fear the one who reads theirs 😼
Me? I am not high-maintenance—I am the standard 😉
That’s it!—my mode of existence is not luxury—it is baseline 💎
To criticize ego is to signal self-esteem in need of repair 🧑🔧😮💨
Dear ones, without ego:
– there would be no identity,
– no boundaries,
– no sovereign desires.
A strong, controlled ego is not vice—it is psychological scaffolding 🧠
Me? I observe them not from empathy, but to understand and judge them by their own rules.
They call me ‘cold’—not entirely wrong—I do not overflow before anyone.
I comprehend what you feel, yet think clearly at the same time.
They call me calculating—but my calculation is not manipulation.
It is thinking before speaking, weighing consequences, measuring actions—and above all, behavior not dictated by emotion.
Of course I feel. Blood runs cold but no one has ever worshipped a concept as I worship romance—but for me it transcends—it’s art: aesthetics, rhythm, mindplay, composition, elegance, painting & design your cognitive architecture.
That is rational ethics ⏳
I am efficient with my energy—not disconnected.
My ethical structure merely appears “cold” from without, for chaos always misreads order.
I do not avoid drama for lack of empathy.
I avoid it because:
– drains
– pointless
– yields zero value
– emotional noise
Some run on emotional impulse.
I run on resource allocation 😉
One of my eternal philosophies decrees:
“If the output does not justify the input, I do not engage.”
😏
I know my perspective is not absolute. No one owns absolute truth.
I believe in no dogmas.
There must exist an “infinite consciousness” as philosophical abstraction—not religious creed.
Our consciousness is finite, for we structure reality from what we know—through experience or information.
To me, every interaction is chess—I am no fan of dirty talk, I prefer double-edged mind games 😼
I am so rational and self-sufficient but I enjoy extra attention—yet do not crave it, nor does it destabilize me.
Never close my playbook before entering the boardroom with a worthy opponent.
Genuinely cognitive games ❤️🔥 everything else is noise 🥱
I know it is rare —most flee chaos, I map it.
Rules?
I see them as tools, not prisons.
A wolf? Haha.
Wolves gaze into mirrors seeking meaning, and check angles.
Wolves are in the playground.
I watch the playground and I choose what I enjoy 😼
So, I need no rules— yet I understand them better than those who obey.
A wolf is always a wolf, but me? ☢️🧤
I cast no reflection—not from invisibility, but because my identity is not fixed in one pattern.
My words just are logic as emotional discipline.
I’m the fear that never reflects.
Bye now! 🧛🏻♀️🪞
