A Machiavellian would say, it is better to be feared than to be loved. But where do you define the bounds of love and fear?
I have always considered myself a Machiavellian, and I enjoy being feared than loved.
And by love, I don’t mean the romanticistic love. I mean love in it’s general form– love for your family and friends.
How far would you go to be loved? To be feared? One simple action can change what someone feels for the other.
I have always considered emotion the flavor of actions. With an intensity of a certain emotion could alter your action’s intentions.
As a parent, you would obviously want to be loved. But I have heard from some people that they fear their parents more than they love them. I would have to leave my parents out of this as, ahh never mind.
As a friend, you would as well want to be loved. And someone like me with anti-socialistic behaviors, I count my friends with my fingers.
So someone tell me now, where do you define the borders of fear and love.
I lost my coherence and consistency in this post because right now I’m somewhere I don’t wanna be. Which sucks big time, btw.
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