Flip Side Of A Narcissist’s Point Of View

Flip Side Of A Narcissist's Point Of View

Bear with me, I know Iโ€™m intrusive and annoying, but Iโ€™m trying to provide a balance to the discourse so we donโ€™t get too much further divided. Right off the bat, referring to a whole person (narcissist) by a certain set of grouped traits or behaviors is setting up the wrong dynamic.

Weโ€™re all in this together, the good, the bad and the socially unacceptable. Iโ€™m not here to tell you where you fall in that particular spectrum from my point of view or give you a pigeonhole that you must accept as your place in reality.

Letโ€™s figure out where we ourselves may fall on that spectrum on our own, and apply those rules to ourselves first. Quotes I want to be famous for: โ€œSociety is just a loose association of sociopaths.โ€ There I said it. Copyright that shit, itโ€™s mine.

Moving on. โ€œHow Human Beings Express Love.โ€ Iโ€™m gonna stop right there. Itโ€™s not how empaths and narcissists express love, but humans. Narcissism exists as a set of behaviors, traits, etc. that make up a part of a whole human being. Not everyone will fall so neatly into this strictly binary spreadsheet.

There are many more columns to add if we want to get this categorizing of human beings done properly. Itโ€™s not the SATs. How would you feel if you fell just a few points short of making the cut to be included with humanity? I guess Iโ€™d hope it was a test I could retake at a later time.

So anyway, we are not our traits. At least not completely. We are people who choose to act in certain ways and might wind up identifying very closely with every action or belief or behavior that we embrace. Especially when there are patterns over time.

But, somewhere in there is a core of, Iโ€™d like to believe, raw humanity, always capable of receiving new information and different programming.

So how we love falls into this. Letโ€™s just label our two categories, โ€œBehaviors and motivations we might wish to strive for and act from and others that we might wish to avoid.โ€ Then we can either jump on board or find a new place to exist, alongside others of a similar mindset to our own. And Iโ€™m sure even the narcissists would become envious of the people in the happy, fun-loving light crowd while being extremely unhappy being in the company of their own type and wish to join them eventually. Even if it meant they had to change their behaviors to do so.

So, anyway, love bombing. Yeah, thatโ€™s a thing. No disputing its existence as a set of, perhaps, deliberately deceptive steps in an evil, cultish agenda. But to imply guilt by ownโ€™s own perceived impression of another personโ€™s assumed motivation is presumptuous. Who is qualified to sit as judge and arbiter of anotherโ€™s inner thought process? I donโ€™t even know my own motivations half the time, why should I assume I can correctly interpret someone elseโ€™s?

This is just going to keep getting repeated in my further analysis of the other points outlined. We can all agree that selfishness, inconsiderate, evil agenda=bad, and thoughtful, loving, considerate agenda=good.

Language is a tricky thing, so Iโ€™m probably making a mess of it right now. Iโ€™m just here to provide a balance, a little contrast, to the picture. Other than that, everyone is just peachy dandy in my book, really.


 

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    Andrew Golding

    This wasn’t meant to be an article per se. It was a response to the article about the Five Languages of an Empath and a Narcissist.

    I didn’t pen this snippy little rebuttal as anything more than a comment to be included in the long list of comments that usually follow an article. Granted, I ranted longer than the prescribed amount allotted for a simple comment, so now here I sit, an apparent contributor to this blog and “The New Face of Narcissism.” Ok, fine. I guess it’s a label I’m gonna have to live with.

    Really, I was just having a bad day, and I took it upon myself to argue with a group of empaths in their Facebook group. In my defense, I meant no harm. I was only trying to offset the prevailing view that people can be lumped into two categories, one to be praised and put on a pedestal and the other to be avoided, quarantined and treated like toxic refuse.

    Oh, crap, I’m doing it again, aren’t I? When will I ever learn to keep my big mouth shut?

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