Thanks Paula!
As the narcissistic sociopath ages, his mask becomes more transparent, easier to see through. Why? His circle of friends has diminished significantly. Possibly as few as one. There are no “old” friends remaining. Even his family has distanced themselves. When he does meet new people, he’s desperate for immediate acceptance in order to begin his manipulations and be provided with fresh narcissistic supply.
A new victim must wonder, “Why does this great guy have no friends? How could one person have such bad luck with people?”
Hopefully, the new victim will not say, “I can fix him. I can make his life better.” Hopefully, the new victim will see these questions and concerns as red flags that this “great guy” ain’t so great. This “great guy” shit on people. This “great guy” doesn’t have friends because no one likes being around him. And for VERY good reasons.
His charm is…
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I am reblogging this post, as the comparisons between this and my situation are uncanny. My sociopath also has a string of failed relationships, all through the partner’s faults and through no fault of his own. And now I am the latest in a long line to be lied about, blamed and shamed – if he had his way!
Narcissistic sociopaths (like the boy in my story) are most concerned with how they are perceived by EVERYONE. Narcissists must SEEM perfect, impenetrable, impervious to pain, emotionless, and unaffected. To them, SEEMING this way makes others want to be them. How do they perfect this illusion? Through lying. But even their lies aren’t categorized as lies in the delusional minds of a sociopath. Their lies are “their truth.” They succeed in twisting the reality of a situation with a barrage of twisted information (mixed with a hint of truth to make it seem believable).
The boy had zero successful intimate relationships. His marriage failed; his many engagements failed; any attempts at having children failed. Why did all of these things fail? Well, if you were to ask the boy, nothing failed. It’s how he wanted it. It worked out just as he hoped. After all, if he admitted…
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We had such a great time first night at Glastonbury. Started at the Pyramid and Shelly, Maxine, Jen and I joined the throng, sang our hearts out to Morrisey and U2. Supposed to have been a bit of a demo with U2, but it went virtually unnoticed. Glad there wasn’t any unpleasantness. Had a good laugh with some guys in the next tent. One or two beers. Rain and mud is virtually unnoticeable. Tonight there was a great line-up….Rumer, Paolo Nutini, Elbow, Coldplay. Don’t know what’s happened to Maxine and Jen. They went off to the Other Stage to see Jesse J and haven’t seen them since. I expect they’ve met up with someone or another. Anyway, Shelly and I were having a whale of a time. Met some guys from Essex. Shared a few beers. They were so funny!
One of them, Bob, was a real clown. I thought I was going to wet myself at one time. He made me laugh so much. We ended up with their crowd. They had met up with a group from Manchester so there were about ten of them in all. A couple of them had girls with them. Lots of tattoos and piercings. Bit different to the sort of friends I usually hang around with. Couple of them had had a lot to drink, plus don’t know what else. They started to get a bit insulting. I wanted to leave but Shelley had paired up with Bob and said she was enjoying herself and wanted to stay. Anyway, I’d had one or two beers too many and was feeling a bit wobbly, so I gave in. I think I must have fallen asleep. I was so tired. Then I was awoken by someone trying to kiss me. It was one of the blokes that had been getting abusive. He stunk of beer and cigarettes and he was all over me. I managed to pull away, and stand up. I looked around for Shelley but she was nowhere to be seen. The drunk bloke started to get to his feet and made a grab for me, but I was able to get away.
Don’t know how but I managed to find my way back to the tent. Then realised that I was desperate to go to the toilet. Quickly got my bag with the toilet roll in it and made my way over toward the porta-loos. When I came out I then realised that the drunk bloke had been following me. I started to wish Shelley was with me. For some crazy reason I started to run back toward the tent, but I slipped in the mud and before I knew it, he had grabbed my arm as I tried to get up. Then panic set in. As I swung my bag the coloured pendant hanging on the strap, that Mum had given me to use in times of emergency, swung out and caught me in the face. Then I came to my senses and pulled the chain of the Panic Alarm. As the deafening shrill sound of the Panic Alarm filled the air, the bloke let go and ran off. Thank god for that Panic Alarm. Haven’t seen that horrible bloke since, and wasn’t sure about staying for the third night. But Shelley and the others are back, and I am feeling more confident now that I realise what a saviour the Panic Alarm is. The Panic Alarm is going with me everywhere from now on and Shelley, Maxine and Jen are keen for Mum to order them Panic Alarms too.
So your daughter has been accepted into University! How proud you must be! How happy you must be! How worried you must be! Is she going to eat properly? (Must get her a book on nutrition). What about her washing and ironing? (Trust they have facilities). Will she mix with the right crowd? Will she mix with the wrong crowd? Will she be able to cope? Will I be able to cope? So many things we read about in the newspapers, hear on the radio, see on the T.V.! What about her personal safety?
Where can I find out about FEMALE PERSONAL SAFETY? Didn’t someone tell me something about FEMALE PERSONAL SAFETY? Who was it now? Why didn’t I take notice at the time? I should have realised that it would be really important one day. FEMALE PERSONAL SAFETY! Where the hell did I see it? Sod the cooking, washing and ironing, social scene………I NEED TO FIND THAT THING ON FEMALE PERSONAL SAFETY! …Oh Yes! Here it is! FEMALE PERSONAL SAFETY at www.safe-girl.co.uk. Who was it who told me about that? Never mind. Found what I was looking for! Now to place the order! 1 x Howser Door Lock / 1 x Ila Door Wedge Alarm / 1 x Ila Sports Alarm a Pedometer or should I order the Ila Dusk Alarm? On second thoughts make that 2 x Ila Dusk Alarm………I’ll have one too! Now what else was I worried about?
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