The Riddler

"What exists in a word, a letter, and in three; is asked too little and too much, yet is a building block of life and an enduring mystery? Give up? Why? Why is it that no one notices? No one thinks? Because nobody ever cares about the why of the matter." ~The Riddler

I love riddles. Not those common structured riddles used to quiz the natural intelligence and wit of a person, but the riddles people play with the minds of others. To me, life is a game as sinister as it may sound. Everything is expendable, except myself.
Life to me, one could say, is a game with no rules and restrictions - the sole objective is to achieve.
After reading the paragraph above, I can be rest assured that you have made an assumption on the kind of person I am. However, keep in mind the age old cliche saying: ASS-U-ME, and you'd be making an ass of you and me.
Although I have grown fond of riddles, mind games and other games of the sort, I am not particularly effective in the art of manipulation due to my open attitude. I am one to make an entrance, one to make my presence known. I do not hide in the shadows and invisbily play the role of the pupetteer. The strings I pull are known to all and often appreciated. My open nature completely contradicts the purpose of manipulation hence weakening my efficacy in this intricate art - sentence directly aimed at the many blind people I have surrounded myself with, who do not possess the power to make their own observations, go beyond or search for the hidden reality. I hope I have straightened that out in my writing, since I do not feel the need to explain myself personally to those inferior judgmental bodies.
The modern definition of manipulation has become synonymous with deception. Yes, I am controlling, loud, proud, vain and opinionated however deception is a quality I find particularly complex. I may be deceptive, however the minute my deception hinders my pride or dignity I draw the line.

Now that I have concluded a basic introduction to myself regarding this matter, I can now elaborate on my opinion of The Riddler. The Riddler, a fundamental character in Batman who plays a crucial role in the composition of the notorious Arkham Asylum, is the only fictional character I have found to be a near perfect representation of me and the philosophy which I live by.

The Riddler, a freelance criminologist turned master criminal and con artist. Respect and recongition are what propel your actions, and you feel you've been underappreciated all your life. People themselves are riddles to you, and once they're solved, they're discarded. Mind games and entrapment are your forté, and you often toy with people for fun. Your mind is your most powerful asset, yet it contributes to a massive ego and a worldview that most people are inferior to yourself--or rather, that you'd like them to see it that way. Secretly, you fear being 'figured out' by anyone else, so you compensate by making bizarre but false claims, stumping people with misdirection, and performing elaborate stunts at others' expense. In your mind, you're weeding out the mentally unworthy. Ultimately, you force people to think about everything they do and say, for there is no right answer with The Riddler.

Tears of anxiety and apprehension
filthy your face.
Thoughts of what could be,
what should be
incinerate your fruitless mind.
Analyzing, observing and
justifying your actions
are all of no avail my dear.
For there is no right,
and there is no wrong,
with the Riddler.

The paragraph above the poem wholly explains my views on life and how it should be lived. However, I hope the contradictory nature of the paragraph above has left you wondering about the truth of my entire post. Is the paragraph a lie? Or does the false truth lie within the introduction? Is the post a mere exaggeration of true aspects of my personality? Or is the entire post completely fabricated? I shall leave you to decide, since if you know me yet cannot make your own decisions, observations and conclusions, you are not worthy to be on my page.