Reader discretion is advised for the following four blogs in a row. This content is for people 18 years of age or older. My audience might find this information extremely disturbing to the point that it will literally make them feel sick to their stomachs. However, in these next four blogs is great invaluable knowledge and information that will equip even the most inexperienced but authentic man or women in their fleeting and unimportant encounter with any potentially abusive narcissistic psychopaths lurking around out there just waiting for their chance at a feverishly secretive and cowardly game with you: their prey.
The abusive psychotic narcissist (a virtually inanimate physical force) must conquer any and all who stand up to it. Any and all attempts to dismantle it’s unrealistic projected-self-image (that is: the image that it fantasizes about that others hopefully but realistically do not view it as) becomes the sole focal point for the narcissist. It must subdue. It must conquer. Failure to succeed at this is utterly shattering for the narcissist’s thin and frail outer shell. They need to SHOW how small they can make others feel because in reality it is THEY who are small inside, and in more ways than one. Don’t fall for it — they are way beneath us. Its all an act. They have been properly socially engineered to live as their own movie stars in a fake movie narrative that doesn’t even exist. So keep in mind that actors are paid professional LIARS idolized by the mainstream team in order to constantly distract us from reality. This is not Twin Peaks, folks.
I once had an encounter with a couple of abusive psychonarcs (or its, as I call them). As a result I chose to research/write about it in order to fully comprehend what emotionally criminal social manipulations were intentionally being directed at me — all on account of a TEXT that I sent to some insignificant ‘woman’ (more like a female with the emotional maturity of a 12 year old; alas, it was an adult) months earlier, about hanging out over a tea… later jovially confessing that I really meant ‘sex’ (just as if I wasn’t at least half joking, god…). Her and her ex (who allegedly left her for some ‘sailing expedition’ — yeah, right…) acted as though I burned their entire house down (THREATENING to get the cops involved if I didn’t stop texting her — after all of four texts, months apart), manipulating mutual friends coercively to attempt to walk all over me as if I was some kind of sexual criminal or something (just as if I would even bother to continue wasting — MY — precious sexual energy on a person of that nature, gross).
Honestly, what a disgusting couple of psychonarcs. Just as if I would ever be interested in continuing any contact with people who are cruel vindictive opportunists like that; after they tried to emotionally ambush me in a coffee shop while I was peacefully enjoying my breakfast (which they succeeded in doing — however unfortunate for the little splinter invading my space, it would discover that I am the bigger, stronger and louder, more powerful man so that the coffee shop shook at the sound of my voice until the little bully finally left me alone; like a fly being carried away in the night by a torrential deluge — but only after immediate initial and consistent repeated attempts to break its uninvited and unwelcomed violent contact with me, as I repeated over and over again: ‘no contact’ ‘I don’t want to talk to you’ ‘go away’ ‘get the fuck out of here’, still just as much harassing me and following me around like a starving little poodle follows its Master around for treats and a belly rub. It even accused me of texting other girls. Its true — I do text other women sometimes. But as far as this little splinter is concerned, I never met it even once before that day… and I can only presume that my friends did not think it valuable enough to bother mentioning to someone like me. Poor short splintery thing would further try to communicate to me: “You ARE talking to me”, and, “I AM talking to you”, in spite of the fact that I was refusing all contact with it while also demonstrating the reality that there was no REAL dialogue of any depth or importance taking place whatsoever (contrary to what it desperately needed me to believe) — a very superficial collision at best, which I did not value in any real way besides it being an ephemeral benefit to me (I enjoy learning about things that unless I am directly affected by them would otherwise find rather quite… boring).
But thanks to having read up on the subject prior to this boring fleeting encounter (honestly, when agreeing to engage in some measure of direct physical confrontation with another man one must first value that man enough to even bother entertaining such a minute insignificance), and enjoying wholesome rich man-to-man conversations with savants on the matter of psychotic narcissism, I was able to focus on the ONLY solution when encountering a psychonarc, which is: no contact. I further blocked this heartless couple of psychonarcs on social media, as well as one of our mutual friends (its what they wanted anyways, so — give them a cookie whenever possible, right? Poor little kids just wanted a goddamn cookie, fuck).
I figure that I must have done something right to, weeks later, receive an imaginary restraining order from those — I — severed contact with first (I can say that it was nice for me to be the first to enjoy such an opportunity). Never identifying them on my blogs, they instead chose to identify with — ME — because I am so amazing to them (wink wink, nudge nudge). Trying to legally harass me to be ‘forced’ to take down my social media comments about some vague psychonarcs that I ran into at some vague coffee shop. Pretty gross, right? Calling the cops on account of text on a computer screen? Wow… now that is fucking impressive.
If that ‘woman’ TRULY didn’t want to get all of my FOUR emails spanning over six months (‘constant harassment’, they called it) she should not have hit on me in the first place and gotten — MY — email from me, or contacted — ME — first! See? I can do it too. Poor little child must not know how to use a block function. It even states in this imaginary restraining order that said narcissist attempted to talk to me but that I — REFUSED — (after having read this in the hallucination order itself I of course naturally assumed that I was involved with a couple of geniuses; or Dumbasses, rather). But hey, gotta hand it to them; it was a great opportunity to step all over someone by using ‘legal’ threats and cowardly socially coercive manipulation tactics on a taller, better-looking, educated, athletic, strong, intelligent, much more talented man who has won all kinds of MVP awards in sports, and achieved all kinds of accomplishments surely beyond the capability of those who desperately need to resort to the shallow means of exaggerated accusations. Can you feel the narcissism!?
The knowledge base and introspective honesty offered by others on the matter helped me a lot in understanding this particular kind of attack; one of the main reasons why I do not get along with certain (usually cold & asexual) people. For years I assumed that I was the problem (because I naturally tend to outdo others in more ways than one), with narcissistic tendencies of my own, which I must have, as many of us do (especially those of us who deny it completely; this, I propose, is what sets the two classes of people apart). But now thanks to my fleeting encounter with these two psychonarcs, I understand narcissism much better and I can see that it is not ALWAYS me who is the SOLE problem in any given confrontation. It takes two to tango.
To think that people are lurking around out there with the kind of heartless energy that resonates these rotten unnecessarily dramatized emotions within my heart is… well, pretty sick. Those people are sick. God I honestly feel sad for them; it must be a truly horrible way to live life constantly on guard and ready to attack at a knee-jerk’s reaction. But thanks to other people’s work and educating myself on the subject I can now see these sad vampires coming at me from miles away!
Alas, it was a good lesson in how to opt out of such toxicity ASAP. I just figured that it must have been a bad coke day for them or something. Meh… no biggie, we all reap what we sow, right?
“Oh my, but… but we are AFRAID of him!”
Sure you are. So be “afraid” of him then.
Read the next blog for more invaluable knowledge that will help you obliterate an abusive psychotic narcissist out of your life for good. *See I Just Want To Talk To You, below.
Have a good one folks!