Just recently, I got into a meaningless shmassle with a dumbbell I really should not have contacted in the first place. My altruistic attempt to convince her to get back with an old boyfriend backfired like you wouldn’t believe! Shame on me for thinking that somebody as dysfunctional and dim as she would understand where I was going with the solicitation. It was beyond her comprehension that I would be looking out for somebody besides myself – the sure sign of a narcissist first class.
In fact, the girl harbors resentment for me due to one insignificant event (in my mind anyway). At a crucial point, I contacted her suggesting that I become a customer. A certain media event had temporarily rendered me a pariah in another realm and I was in need of some companionship. During our texting activity, I sent the message “You’re the best” to which any normal person would have answered either “Thank you” or “Next to you.” But how would a full-of-herself narcissist respond? Predictably, she texted “I know,” as I’m sure she fondled her own body parts in self-approval.
I know this sounds like nothing. And I shouldn’t have even noticed. After all, I’d known the girl for a while and certainly her response wasn’t unexpected. But there was something of a reminder in her tone that totally brought me to my senses. There was no way I was going through with the original overture. What the fuck was I thinking? True narcissist that she is, the girl didn’t realize her mistake and actually texted and called a few times before realizing that whatever happened, I wasn’t going through with the arrangement.
Another person would have simply forgotten the entire episode. But not the narcissist. She would have her revenge! Maybe a year later, I ran into the girl at a party and owing to a new hair-do, didn’t even recognize her until she gave me a perfunctory kiss hello and said “What’s up, asshole?” It was only then that I figured out who she was. The voice and attitude gave her away.
When it comes to the sorority of women (and escorts), you gotta know that blood is thicker than water. And sure enough, by the end of that party, she had turned a friend against me. How dare I suggest we get together and then change my mind? It was either death to Dollar bill – or death to his social life. And the latter carries no prison time. So that became the viable option.
Not content to blow up my spot with just one individual, she recently managed to do the same thing again! And it was that altruistic email on behalf of a friend which did the trick. I guess the moral of the story is to never try to knock a narcissist off his or her pedestal. It’s almost like tossing a rock into the reflection of which they’re so enamored.
Of course, in the grand scheme of things, none of this matters as essentially narcissists don’t matter. People of meaning never become truly involved with one. And in my case, more than an hour at a time renders me flaccid if not physically…mentally. In the end, there’s something to be said for mingling with girls who are only beautiful on the surface. Because without the underneath part, there are no meals skipped or sleep lost when they turn on you for calling them on their condition. You just move on to the next one. Such is life.