How To Make Someone Fall In Love With You, Forever; How to Make Someone Obsessed With You

by Scarlett Kennedy

  Conclusion

  There are hundreds, if not thousands of techniques. You must choose which ones will apply to your target, and which ones appeal to you the most.

  Chapter 4

  be careful what you wish for: the potential corruptions

  introduction

  With power, comes lots of responsibility. Manipulation and obsession can result in terrifying experiences, and may ultimately corrupt your perspective of the entire world. It may negatively affect your relationships, and your reputation. Here are the main results I myself, and others often experience.

  stalkers

  "I had taken the photograph from afar (distance being the basic glitch in our relationship), using my Nikon and zoom lens while hiding behind a fake marble pillar. I was hiding because if he knew I'd been secretly photographing him for all these months he would think I was immature, neurotic and obsessive.

  I'm not.

  I'm an artist.

  Artists are always misunderstood.(Thwonk)"

  -Joan Bauer

  Have you ever felt like you were being watched? Followed? But, no one was around? Your logical side may be telling you, you're being paranoid. The sad part was, it wasn't my paranoia this time. That's exactly what happened to me.

  I've had multiple occasions with stalkers. Here is the most extreme and unfortunate case that have actually happened to me.

  One night, I was sitting with my laptop, writing some of this book for you guys. It was a hot moist summer night, and I usually left my window open. My family had a tenant in the basement. His friend frequently invited himself over. The friend, who we'll call bible thumper, is the stalker.

  That night the scent of smoke was flowing through the air. As I breathed in the scent, I abruptly heard whispering outside of my window. "Scarlett, come outside." I was shaken, but brushed it off as soon as I already knew it was my tenant's friend. I viewed bible thumper as someone who was harmless, because I couldn't take him seriously. He was always joking around, and doing stupid things. It was hard to tell when he was being serious. The only time he was ever serious was when he was trying to convince us to believe in Jesus.

  That's why I brushed it off. I ignored him, and continued writing. Then, he whispers "I love you. Please come be with me." At that point, I knew this wasn't a joke. I then shut off my laptop, and went to the living room.

  "He never thinks to go there" I thought to myself. I took a break from writing, and naturally stared at the darkness through the window.

  I called up a friend, to catch up. Ten minutes later, my gaze follows some kind of light that seemed to almost blend in with the darkness. Then I saw it, bible thumper's face at the window. Staring right at me. I screamed at the top of my lungs and dropped my phone. I rushed up to grab any weapon I could and, closed every curtain and window in my house. I came back to the phone and my friend was still there. "Scarlett, Scarlett?! " My heart was racing so fast, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

  "Oh my god. Joe, I'm sorry. It's bible thumper he was at the window." I stopped to catch my breath. "Please come over. I'm scared."

  "On my way." Joe quietly replied.

  While I anxiously waited for Joe to come over, I called my tenant. We'll call him cockroach. (These names have specific meanings to them. They're not to insult them.) But, no answer.

  Then, I heard something moving in my room. I stared at the knife I was holding, grabbed it and slowly walked to my room. It was bible thumper. He was trying to open my window wider. My stomach sank, because he was so close. Until I screamed "I have a knife, and I'm not afraid to use it."

  He stopped. Then went back to the basement. Joe came over and everything was fine that night. Although, that was just the beginning.

  A few days later, I saw Bible thumper at the convenience store. This was no surprise because he was always buying cigarettes there. I ignored him and walked by him. He had the creepiest, sinister smile on his face.

  "I heard you moved to the second floor. I'm going to climb the balcony, while you sleep, so we can sleep together." The other people in the convenience store stared at him in shock. Two men stared at me in a protective way, and I just ignored everyone and acted like nothing happened. That didn't even phase me at that point. The freakiest part about that encounter was that, I had no idea how he could've known because everyone was away. And, no one knew I slept upstairs... except him.

  Three weeks later, I've obviously forgotten about it. I'm sleeping heavily, upstairs, and having wonderful dreams. Those dreams were interrupted by a quiet knocking. It was bible thumper. I practically slept beside a knife and a few other weapons next to me. I grabbed three weapons, ran downstairs and called the police.

  By the time the police came, he was still there. He acted like an idiot. Telling them I was his wife, and that I told him to do this. As some kind of sick, twisted role play.

  It was frightening because my house is the biggest house in the neighborhood. No one else has a balcony except me, and I overlook everyone else's backyards. It would've taken two ladders stacked on top of each other to get to my balcony. He actually took the effort to get up there. Until now, I still have no idea how he knew I was sleeping up there. (I slept upstairs, because I thought it was a way to temporarily get rid of him.)

  What to do about:

  The police's point of view:

  They told me I need to either ignore them completely, so I don't give the stalker any ammunition. Or... You guessed it. Call the police. Which works perfectly fine. From the psychological point of view. This could be flawed.

  Why?

  Because while completely ignoring them may help burn out the fire, sometimes this may increase the fire and desire within your stalker to stalk you with more persistence. As mentioned, the mind is always attempting to finish business. If business isn't finished, the mind is always trying to explore ways to finish business. This may be a motivation for a stalker.

  Why do spouses hire private investigators? Because they want to KNOW if their spouse is cheating on them. They want to KNOW what their spouse is up to, when they aren't around. Well this is the same with stalkers. They need to KNOW. They are motivated by KNOWING all they can about you.

  So, you can get them to hate you. But that may motivate them to also stalk you. You’ll just have to ascertain what will push your stalker away, for good.

  However, I know how to kick some ass when I'm required to.

  Stalkers come in all shapes, and sizes. Just like people do. After all, you are making people obsessed with you. You're bound to have some sort of stalker. From the extreme, to the petty Facebook stalker. Anything is possible in the stalker's mind. Watch your back…literally.

  abusing your power

  "Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."

  -Abraham Lincoln

  What is it?

  The act of using your position and/or knowledge in an abusive way. And for selfish, malicious intentions. You can abuse your power in many ways. In this case it could be taking advantage of ill minded, vulnerable people. I'm going to share with you an extreme case of how I abused my power.

  Example:

  The night I had met Porsche, was when I fell asleep at a bar.

  That particular night, I was undergoing an existential crisis. I walked into a bar expecting nothing but a drunken night filled with indifference. I chugged one too many shots. And fell asleep. Then, a southern belle had nudged me to wake up, "so no one would take advantage of me."

  Her and her husband asked if I wanted to join them at a huge party. Red flags went up and images of torture and blood ran through my mind, yet I concurred anyway. I was too drunk to care.

  A few minutes into the party I was unconcerned with the pretentious conversations people dragged me into, of which I couldn't relate to. I found an excuse to get rid of them. I got me a glass of champagne and stared out at the view. It was dark out and there was a view of the sparkling water in the p
ool.

  I turned to my left, and there was a man smoking. I loved the smell of cigarettes and was tempted to ask him for a cigarette. He caught me gazing at the cigarette, turned to me and asked "You trying to quit smoking?" In a low masculine voice.

  "No. I don't smoke regularly. But I do enjoy the act of smoking a cigarette once in a while." I replied.

  He pulls out his cigarette box, and handed me one. "Here's a treat for yourself."

  So we got to talking, smoking, and he asked me if I was bored out of my mind. I replied "Yeah. Whoever threw this party must've been a shitty party planner."

  He chuckled. "I guess I'm a shitty party planner."

  I chuckled with a hint of embarrassment. "Kind of, sorry. But you've got a beautiful place." I added.

  He didn't seem to be offended about my comment. We continued to talk, and hit it off.

  Later on he went off and said "I should be entertaining the other guests now. So that way, the others don't think I'm a shitty party planner. Catch you later."

  We bumped into each other again, as I was about to leave. He genuinely seemed interested in me. We walked around his mansion, and he had one too many drinks. I told him that he's had enough. (in other words, too wasted out of his mind.) I was taken aback when he went into fiddle position, and started sobbing. I could feel his pain inside of my heart.

  He was trying to say something, but I couldn't make out what he was saying.

  "I'm so fucking lonely. And I'm probably going to die soon. God damn it, I don't want to be alone on my deathbed. I wish someone loved me. But no one does." Those were his exact words.

  Holy shit I thought. I felt horrible but I didn't know what he was talking about. I presumed it was his beer goggles, and took it with a grain of salt.

  As everyone departed, he begged me to stay. He had confessed that the frequent parties were to fill a lonely void. And, perhaps the possibility of finding a woman to be by his side, the day he dies.

  As a result of his begging, I stayed due to the intensity of my intoxication, and my curiosity. I wanted to see how far I could this. A few others stayed as well, not for him, but for the scenery and unlimited booze. This put my mind at ease. The night consisted of him discharging all his anxieties, tears onto me, and hilarious movies.

  The subsequent day I went home. We intuitively met daily, for two weeks. I didn't mind hearing about his trials and tribulation with prostate cancer. In fact, I wanted to listen.

  At dinner the last night of the second week, he asked me if I wanted to move in. I snickered "you're joking right?" I proceeded to explain I was not filthy rich like he was, and I needed to work.

  We agreed he would deposit money into my account, if I moved in with him. No sex or anything. Just pure company, and conversations like the ones we engaged in every day. That's what happened. He was just an old lonely male who had cancer and knew his days were numbered.

  While negotiating, he stated that his money was mine. If my funds were declining, I could go online into his account, and transfer funds into my account.

  One month later I transferred a substantial amount of money into my account, while he went out with the boys. Then, I left. No note. No explanations. Just pure abandonment.

  I rejected all the anticipated the phone calls. One week later, I received a call from his friend Camilo. Camilo said he was in the hospital because he had attempted to commit suicide. His method was an overdose of pills mixed with alcohol.

  Porsche’s suicide note said I was responsible.

  When the hospital discharged him, I've received death threats from people in his circle. Followed by shady black cars following me around. For months.

  One year later, Camilo informed me, he passed away. His family knew how somber I felt. As soon as I asked to attend, they hung up. Well, that was my answer.

  Not only does this story highlight abusing my power. But, it emphasizes the people you should not take advantage of. Here was this elder lonely man with cancer. I took advantage, and paid the price. A hefty one.

  Why is this happening?

  You are going to have a substantial amount of power over people. It will become a routine and you'll abuse it. You're going to get greedy. You're going to go on a huge ego trip. In the beginning, it may be your favorite trip to go on. Rather than a pleasant trip to a tropical island. It's bound to happen. Either you learn the hard way like I did or you stop cold turkey. And along the way you'll lose friendships, trust, credibility, your reputation, your morals, and your mind.

  What to do:

  You must always go into any situation clear minded. Do not let your ego drive you to abuse your power. Because it truly is all your ego. Let go of your ego, and just breath.

  Use logic for every decision you are going to make. If you are driven by your emotions. Like your arrogant ego, it won't get you anywhere. However, periodically you should listen to your emotions. If you don't feel comfortable doing something. Then don't do it. Other than that, be clear headed. Think with your logic. Not emotions.

  paranoia

  “People that have trust issues only need to look in the mirror. There they will meet the one person that will betray them the most. “

  -Shannon L. Alder

  What is paranoia?

  Paranoia is excessive mistrust, suspicion, and delusions without any proof.

  Story:

  In the beginning, I thought I was invincible. I was naive, and believed all of my targets had pure intentions. I only thought about my next target(s), and what I was going to extract from them.

  One day, someone asked me "So, if someone was doing it to you, how would you know?" I thought about it for a long time, and I didn't. I hadn't even thought about it.

  I completely forgot about other people's capabilities. If I could do it, why couldn't anyone else?

  Then it happened. The tables turned. I had met a guy online, we'll call him youngin. As we were texting, I thought "how funny would it be if he was playing me just as much as I was playing him?" "How would I react?"

  Ironically, he was. I was hurt. Well, my ego was. I didn't think anyone could beat me at my own game. He felt the same way, because I ended it before we could go further into the game.

  You might be thinking "so how did you know he was playing you?"

  Well, whether he knew what he was doing or not is irrelevant. Or, if he knew he was doing it is also irrelevant. I went back to his place, and we fooled around. He had a strange obsession with wanting to see my phone. The next morning he asked to see my phone again. Before I could answer no, he said "if you have nudes, it doesn't matter. Because I already saw you naked. The novelty is over." With a chuckle. Then, I quickly ended it. As I knew that was the truth. Because if that wasn't the case, it wouldn't have been on his mind.

  Then I started noticing people using the techniques. Unconsciously. Or, consciously. I saw it in the media, I saw it everywhere! I became so paranoid, I isolated myself. I still do.

  It's like when you took that health class. Your teacher talked about different diseases and their symptoms and you thought "Oh my god! I HAVE THAT!" Then you start freaking out.

  Or, when you took a mental health class, and you thought you had the same symptoms as such mental disorder, so you self diagnosed. Your paranoia is like this. You will diagnose a situation according to your deepest paranoid beliefs. Even if it is far from the truth.

  Why you're paranoid:

  Our subconscious mind will always look for things that confirm our beliefs, and ignore the rest of the things that may contradict our beliefs. This is called confirmation bias.

  If you're a narcissist, you'll think everyone is staring at you, because they think you're sexy. Maybe you're a different kind of narcissist who thinks everyone is out to get out to get you. Because you our minds will adjust things according to our beliefs.

  For example, let's say that you were paranoid about people trying to manipulate you. You're chatting with someone and all a sudden, they pull away. You will aut
omatically think this is the hope and grief technique. Maybe they got tired, or had nothing else to say?

  Another example, if someone has a certain effect on you, you may automatically think that they plotted the entire thing.

  What to do about it:

  Just breathe. All your paranoid thoughts are only in your mind. Re-assess what is true and what is false. If you truly believe in your heart that your paranoid thoughts are real then do something about it. Maybe stay as far away as possible. Look at everything from an objective point of view, not a subjective one.

  If you've had bad experiences that have caused your paranoid thoughts in the past, remind yourself that this is not the past anymore.

  We see things according to our perception. But, not how things really are.

  This is not to say your paranoid beliefs are invalid. They are. You have every reason to feel paranoid. However, you can choose how you respond to your paranoid. You control it, or it controls you. Which one will it be?

  maintenance

  Your target wants to spend all their time with you. Once the two of you spend so much time together, insights are revealed about each person. Insights, such as dark secrets, disgusting habits, etc. The illusion fades away, and the real you begins to shine through.

  Chances are, you've been acting this entire time. You're most likely not the person you're portraying yourself to be. The problem with this is, it's hard to maintain. When the real you comes out, the real you POSSIBLY won't fulfill your target's ideal lover criteria. Reality and fantasy can only clash for so long, until it becomes a disaster. That's why it's hard to maintain.