My, my...
What is wrong with being sneaky, shifty and cunning when the playing field is riddled with unknown figures and riddles?
I'm not exactly coldhearted, but I hate and reciprocate when someone tries to manipulate me in the wrong way. Just as well, I get stubbornly annoyed when someone isn't politely right to my own standards, as per dealing with me.
Then again.
Why should I give a fuck about something that does not befall my own, or even quite insignificantly inflicts my own reality, or is assigned to me under some dire threat responsiblility?
Every man and woman for themself until they find a balance between their passions and the inevitability of living here and now.