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How I Became a Narcissist
Monday, 17 March 2003
The Silver Pieces of the Narcissist
When I have money, I can exercise my sadistic urges freely and with little fear of repercussions. Money shields me from life itself, from the outcomes of my actions, it insulates me warmly and safely, like a benevolent blanket, like a mother's good night kiss. Yes, money is undoubtedly a love substitute. And it allows me to be my ugly, corrupt, and dilapidated self. Money buys me absolution and my own friendship, forgiveness, and acceptance. With money in the bank, I feel at ease with myself, free, arrogantly soaring supreme above the contemptible masses.

I can always find people poorer than I, a cause for great disdain and bumptiousness on my part.

I rarely use money to buy, corrupt, and intimidate. I wear 15 year old tattered clothes, I have no car, no house, no property. It is so even when I am wealthy. Money has nothing to do with my physical needs or with my social interactions. I never deploy it to acquire status, or to impress others. I hide it, hoard it, accumulate it and, like the proverbial miser, count it daily and in the dark. It is my licence to sin, my narcissistic permit, a promise and its fulfillment all at once. It unleashes the beast in me and, with abandon, encourages it - nay, seduces it - to be itself.

I am not tight-fisted. I spend money on restaurants and trips abroad and books and health products. I buy gifts (though reluctantly). I speculate and have lost hundreds of thousands of dollars in wanton gambling in the stock exchanges. I am insatiable, always want more, always lose the little that I have. But I do all this not for the love of money, for I do not use it to gratify my self or to cater to my needs. No, I do not crave money, nor care for it. I need the power that it bestows on me to dare, to flare, to conquer, to oppose, to resist, to taunt, and to torment.

In all my relationships, I am either the vanquished or the vanquisher, either the haughty master, or his abject slave, either the dominant, or the recessive. I interact along the up-down axis, rather than along the left-right one. My world is rigidly hierarchical and abusively stratified. When submissive, I am contemptibly so. When domineering, I am contemptuously so. My life is a pendulum swinging between oppressed and oppressor.

To subjugate another, one must be capricious, unscrupulous, ruthless, obsessive, hateful, vindictive, and penetrating. One must spot the cracks of vulnerability, the crumbling foundations of susceptibility, the pains, the trigger mechanisms, the Pavlovian reactions of hate, and fear, and hope, and anger. Money liberates my mind. It endows it with the tranquility, detachment, and incisiveness of a natural scientist. With my mind free of the quotidian, I can concentrate on attaining the desired position - on top, dreaded, derided, avoided - yet obeyed and deferred to. I then proceed with cool disinterest to unscramble the human jigsaw puzzles, to manipulate their parts, to enjoy their writhing as I expose their petty misbehaviors, harp on their failures, compare them to their betters, and mock their incompetence, hypocrisy, and cupidity. Oh, I disguise it in socially acceptable cloak - only to draw the dagger. I cast myself in the role of a brave, incorruptible iconoclast, a fighter for social justice, for a better future, for more efficiency, for good causes. But it is all about my sadistic urges, really. It is all about death, not life.

Still, antagonizing and alienating my potential benefactors is a pleasure that I cannot afford on an empty purse. When impoverished, I am altruism embodied - the best of friends, the most caring of tutors, a benevolent guide, a lover of humanity, and a fierce fighter against narcissism, sadism, and abuse in all their myriad forms. I adhere, I obey, I succumb, I agree wholeheartedly, I praise, condone, idolize, and applaud. I am the perfect audience, an admirer and an adulator, a worm and an amoeba - spineless, adaptable in form, slithery flexibility itself. To behave so is unbearable for a narcissist, hence my addiction to money (really, to freedom) in all its forms. It is my evolutionary ladder from slime to the sublime - to mastery.

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Saturday, 8 July 2006 - 11:16 PM MEST

Name: "Kris"

I fell in love with a narcissist over the holidays.  We were acquaintances for years and he asked me out one night.  I always thought he was engaging and charming but something about him made my gut react in the worst way.  I suppose I should have heeded that internal instinct.  The first week we dated was wonderful but sometimes I would feel uneasy around him, especially when we were alone.  We shared the same musical tastes and political persuasion.  Then he revealed to me that he "screws things up" with his relationships and hinted around that he was "mentally unstable".  His drinking and outlandish behavior continued and before I knew it I was dating a sadistic animal. Everything I thought he was wasn't true.  He seemed to be a polite, confident and moral person.  He turned out to be extremely rude, suicidal (or so he would threaten to kill himself at least once a week) and sadistic.  He broke up with me but kept telling everyone I was still his girlfriend.  He would tell me he didn't find me attractive or love me but then beg me to come home with him every weekend.  He would get jealous when I would talk to other men and accuse me of playing games.  Sometimes he would tell me I was the best thing that ever happened to him and other times he would say I was annoying him so much he wish I would just move away or leave him alone.  I don't associate with on a physical level anymore and I try to avoid him as much as possible (hard to do because we have a mutual friend).  This whole experience has left me unsure of myself and my own mind.  Am I a narcissist too?  Am I crazy?  That's what goes on in my head from time to time.  He haunts me to this day and when he's in the same building (usually a bar) feelings of dread and longing stir within my heart.  Is this normal to feel this way?

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