How “Conversation” with a Narcissist Becomes Futile
“The Narcissistic Sense”
Oh my pretty, pretty narcissist
Set upon the Stage -
Precipice of your own making.
You never could differentiate.
Issues of semantics and context
are reserved for others who actually care.
Such detail beyond your reckoning
as you distill everything to that succinct
“How wonderful am I!
How wonderful am I!”
Conversed words create internal images for most-
The weaving of word, thought, vision
in an intricate dance.
But not for you
Your sightless orbs see nothing
but your own glory.
Words spoken to you become
wine for tasting-
Swirled in your gullet,
only to be spit out
before they trigger any sensation.
The stereocilia of your ears
giving up long ago
Life is so much easier for you
when listening simply does not matter.
The chalice of relations
spills before you
You neither see, nor taste, nor hear
Locked within the mirror of your own making
Holding to it with a death grip
Having no senses to allow entrance of another.
I wrote this poem to how I feel narcissists “process” infomation and input they receive from others. Narcissists truly live in their own world. As I write, they do not deal with issues like semantics and context. They may say one thing one day, and the complete opposite the next. They change the typical meaning of words to suit their purposes. They will twist and turn everything you say and use it against you.
When you speak with a narcissist, you are not creating a joint image based on your conversation. Oh, no. The narcissist only sees his or her own glory. There is nothing you can connect or bond with.
Words spoken to them are simply left unprocessed and spit out. They don’t even reach their brain’s conscious awareness. As for their hearing, that shut down long ago.
Life, truly is much easier for a narcissist, because they have given themselves permission to stop listening.
At the end of it all, there is no way to relate to a narcissist- they do no have space or senses available for relations.