I am sick of you and your conniving, scheming ways.
I am sick of your “elastic” view of time. Things that happened years ago, you throw in my face as if I had done the act minutes ago.
“Never forgive and always retain” has always been your motto for the “failures” of others.
Your transgressions, of course, are never remembered, because in your mind, there is always, always a reason of why you said and acted as you did. Thus, you have never once transgressed another.
I am tired of your meandering, exploitative comments and conversations.
Oh, God, if I had penny for every minute I had to listen to your convoluted stories of your “suffering” in regards to any number of persons, places, things, and objects which have wronged you.
I am equally sick of your ridiculous, self-serving, condescending words and gestures that “explain” your behaviors.
We have a word for these delusionally-crafted, whimsical tales- and the word is “lies”.
I am beyond sick and tired of not only the lies but your subsequent belief that I should (of course) completely believe all of these lies despite mounds of evidence to the contrary. And then labeling me as “stupid” when I “fail to get it.”
Oh, dear Narcissist, I get it. I truly do. And that is something that gets under your skin at the most visceral level-
I see you, I truly do.
And this, dear narcissist, is where we stand.
I know you.
And you in your narcissistic, conniving, encapsulating ways are doing everything you can to have me put my blinders on again.
Blinded once, but now I see.
What are you going to do, dear narcissist, what are you going to do to change my vision of you?
And here we come to the point of your consuming rage- something that you likely learned about yourself so long ago in the contemplative pit of darkness that you call home-
there truly is no changing you, dear narcissist.
And that is why you will move heaven and earth with rage and fear to change those in your sphere.
Where many of us work with hope and optimism, as we should, trusting in our potential to change for the better- you are stuck with you, and that, dear narcissist, must be the thought that makes you most sick and tired.
You are you, and there you are.
What fear must come upon you when you realize it will be only you who can not take a step forward beyond your current state?
Growth and change, so unavailable to you, has you tilting at windmills trying to change those around you – because they have the gift – the one you know that will never be yours- the sacred belief and expression in the ability to change.
While you, my dear narcissist, will remain exactly where you first claimed, with eyes blinded to change.