Narcissism is
“The extreme self-involvement to the degree that it makes a person ignore the needs of those around them.”
To put it simply …
“Excessive interest or admiration of themselves.”
Hmmm.
True story … I inadvertently got involved in a friendship with a narcissist a number of years ago. The interesting thing about the friendship was that it took me months to figure out that the person was a narcissist. Evidently I missed all kinds of signs until it was too late to save myself heartache.
What I took for self-confidence was actually them believing they were superior to not only me but everyone else. What I thought was sympathy was just pandering in order to turn our conversations into being about them rather than listening to anything I had to say. And they were so smooth in the way they turned the conversation around. It was always about them … how others treated them, stole their ideas, didn’t listen to them, didn’t respect them, didn’t understand them and on and on. It was ALL ABOUT THEM.
There are other incidents not worth mentioning but eventually the light bulb went on in my head. When I started questioning things they said or claimed or pushed the conversation back to where it should be, they got nasty. I was then verbally attacked and they tried to make me feel I was less than I was. I allowed this for a bit before walking away from the friendship, if one could call it that. I’d had enough.
Then it got even nastier. They tried to turn other friends against me by using innuendos and spreading flat out lies. This went on for a time but thankfully it didn’t fly with my true friends. Eventually the person just went away. Probably found another patsy.
Now when I think about that time I remember feeling a huge sense of relief when I walked away. It was like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I felt unencumbered. Free.
I don’t claim to know a lot about narcissists but based on experience I do know it’s not pleasant getting tangled up with one. And honestly I wouldn’t wish that type of entanglement on anyone.
Speaking of unfortunate entanglements, I checked out the Urban Dictionary and Felicia has quite the definition of a narcissist. I’m not quite sure what to make if it.
“Small penised miserable piece of shit with his own daddy issues who’s only goal in life is to be cruel to those who mistakenly loved them. Good riddance to bad rubbish. #byeJamal”
Hmmm. Hmmm. Over the top, maybe? Was she tangled up with a narcissist or just an azzhole?
And now when I think about it … in order to write about oneself so often one must be a touch narcissistic. Don’t you think?
Until the next time.