#narssisist

[crazywriter1]

A Compelling Villian... The Hunchback of Notre Dame

I'm going to go ahead and say it, the Disney movie, the Hunchback of Notre Dame is underrated. The music is fantastic, the storytelling is phenomenal, and the villain, Frollo, is remarkably well written.

Why is Frollo terrifying? He's terrifying because he's realistic. Frollo is entitled, he thinks he's always right, and he uses religion as a tactic to justify what he's doing is right. As a Christian, it intrigues me how someone can do that so easily and get away with it. And since we're on the topic of religion, I think there are a lot of people who still have this mindset.

People will always use religion to justify what they're doing is right, people will aways think they are in the right. It's proven throughout history, Hitler was Catholic, and during the colonization in the early U.S. people came to the New World to express their religion freely, when they oppressed an entire group of people.

Frollo is also a creep, we see this when he grabs Esmerelda's neck and sniffs her. Not once, do we see Frollo think what he's doing is wrong, he sees the gypsies as inferior, and beneath him. He sees anyone who thinks differently or looks differently doesn't deserve his attention. Frollo is so far gone in the hole of thinking he's God's servant, that he's doing him a favor.

Frollo never shows compassion towards others, the only "compassion" he shows people is usually for his own benefit or gain. He manipulates or "comforts" Quasimodo only when he knows it gives him an advantage of something. Much like Mother Gothel in the movie Tangled.

I also love Mother Gothel as a villain almost the same way I love Frollo. They're both manipulative. In most Disney movies we see the villain is a witch, or has powers, or has great intelligence; but not Frollo and Gothel. What makes them terrifying as villains is they're just humans. Humans with manipulation techniques. They both want something, Gothel wants the flower to stay young, and Frollo wants power over the gypsies, he wants Esmeralda, and they use their power to get there.

What's terrifying is that there are still people like Frollo out there. There are still people who will use religion to justify a wrong, I won't deny it. There are people in the church who do unspeakable things to others today, it's something we can't ignore. I love Frollo as a villain because in a way, he's real.

[gen8705]

I have so many plans for this blog.

I plan to do Sunday resets.

Also morning and night routines.

Talking about narcissistic behavior and how to deal with that.

How I moved my life on to digital and what I still work on In pen and paper.

Working out routine and nutrition.

SHADOW WORK.

Buddhism and values and my journey on that.

And more :)

[jdropglitchartz]

Me:*trying to get along with my irl dad* hey look what I drew! *shows a angst picture*

Dad:all you draw is negative stuff *negative talking*

Me:well not all of it is bad- this char is a half alien half fallen ange- [Fallen angel looking is what I tried to say]

Dad:satans angels-.. see always negative- Me:.. can I talk for 2 SECONDS

How's your day going?

[nyctophiliac-muse-alafire]

Sometimes, the person you’d take a bullet for ends up being the one behind the gun.

-author unknown

(A line from my notes - The psyche of a Narcissist.)

[tragicvirgo]

I don't think I can ever forgive my mother for how she treats me

[rottinglittleprincess]

trying to work on my communication because i grew up in an environment where talking back was disrespectful & silence was all that was acceptable after getting scolded. love was given based on obedience.

[tru-3-beauty]

Misfortune Chapter 4

This day couldn't get any better for me.  After the guests left, very pleased with the activity, I asked other maids where the treasury was while Kamilla cleaned up.   On the way there, I wondered what the outside view was like.  Oh well, it can wait until later.  The maid brings me to a vault-like door.

She punches in a PIN code.  It is all zeros.  That is the best PIN code ever.  No one can ever guess it.  As the door opened, a glorious sight greeted me.  It is everything I have ever dreamed it could be.  The feeling in my legs gave up, and I collapsed on the ground.  It made me want to weep with joy.

It was tall piles upon piles of golden coins and many stacks of hundred dollar bills.  And it is all mine.  If possible, I wanted to jump into it all, even bathe in it.  I can already tell that this is the best room in the entire mansion.  It's beautiful.  I feel like I can spend hours here and never get bored.

Then, a fun idea popped into my head.

"Hey, maid. Get over here.  You are going to pleasure me right now." I ordered the maid to accompany me to this location.  I lay down in one of the enormous piles of gold.

"I want you to shut the door and only get me when it is time for bed," I ordered her.  I sure do love my new and better life.

HOURS LATER, 

I go to the primary bedroom while carried on the shoulders of these women.  That is how I am supposed to be treated on top of them and women doing everything for me, especially being so willing to do anything to please me.  Life fills me.

I reached the bedroom, and they let me down.  Kamilla was already in bed waiting for me.

“You two, stand guard and make sure no one disturbs us,” I ordered the maids.  They smile with glee and instantly head out the door.  I look towards Kamilla, and she has some golden silk pajamas in her hands.  She is the perfect woman.  Women all over the world should be like her.  She even puts them on me herself.  I don’t even have to lift a finger here.  This place is truly paradise.

“How did I get so lucky to have you as a wife?” I asked as she was pulling up my pants.  She gives me this sweet, closed-mouth smile.

“Just lucky, I guess.” She tells me with that smile still plastered on her face.  It makes me wonder if I have seen her with a straight face.  Come to think of it, all maids only seem to have one facial expression.  I have yet to see at least one male worker here.  The only men I have seen were the guests that Kamilla and a few of the maids entertained earlier.

I am sure it is no big deal.  These women are certainly just pleased to be in my presence.  That is why all they do is smile at me.  They are honored that I am even giving them my time and attention.  Why else would they constantly have smiles plastered on?

It doesn't matter anyway; I am the ruler of this world.  I, Baethan Roberts, have a beautiful wife, Kamilla, all the money in the world, and all the women willing to do anything for me.

"I can't wait to see what tomorrow has in store for me," I state as Kamilla finishes dressing me in those pajamas.

"You will just have to see." She tells me, and for a moment, I thought I saw razor-sharp teeth in her smile.  I blinked, and they were gone, and her usual smile was there like it never changed.  It doesn't matter.  I just shrugged and let her lead me to bed.  I lay down and let Kamilla snuggle up to me.

I was able to fall asleep instantly.  I began to have a peculiar dream.  I was surrounded by gold.  All I see is that everything is made of gold, food, and water.  It was like I was King Midas. Everything I touched turned to gold.  It made me want more.  I want more.  I desperately need more gold.

The women around me also looked to be gold.  They danced and sang in a way I have never seen nor heard before.  Smoke surrounds me, and I let it consume me as I breathe it in.  I have gold raining down on me.  The golden girls were nice, but the gold was better.  It was not enough.  It seemed that there was not enough.  It was almost like I could not be satisfied.

"Why is there not enough?" I asked whoever would answer me.

“It will never be enough.  It will never be enough.  It will never be enough.” Voices keep chanting over and over again.  It must be true.

I woke up with a start.  The wife was already up and out of bed.

"Good morning, honey.  Are you ready for today?" She asks with that same sweet voice.  I do not respond.  My dream is still fresh in my mind.  Why is there not enough?  There should be more.  I deserve more and the best.  I am just not satisfied with it all anymore.

"You alone are not good enough.  I want more than one.  I have to have multiple wives." I demand authority.  She just smiled and agreed with me.

"You are right.  I will help you find more women to be your wives." She tells me with the same toothy smile.  I once again think that she needs to stop smiling that much.  Why do I keep thinking that?  After all, women are supposed to smile and do what they are told.

I looked around the room and suddenly realized none was good enough for me.  I deserve the best of the best.  This cheap junk is not acceptable for the exceptional likes of me.

"Why do I have to live like some plebeian?  I want the servants to redecorate this room with more expensive furniture." I ordered the woman.

"Understood, I will get right on that.  This room looks like a barn house anyway."  She states.  I knew she would agree with me.

"Good.  Now, if you would excuse me, I will have breakfast." I tell her as I leave the room.  I did not leave any room for her to offer to join me because I was going to the treasury.  I want to spend the day there.  I am not in the mood for anything but surrounded by everything in that vault.

"Now, this is Heaven," I stated as I gazed upon the majestic site of all that gold.  I locked the door behind me.  I don't even care what orders I gave to those faceless bodies.  What were their names again?  I couldn't even bother.  They were acting weird anyway—especially that woman with me this morning.

"This is where I belong.  Too bad there is not enough."  I said to my precious gold.  There needs to be more.  So much that I can get lost and buried in it.

Now, I better start increasing my wealth.

Read more of this:

Misfortune: original

Misfortune Chapter 1

Misfortune Chapter 2

Misfortune Chapter 3

Misfortune Chapter 5

[xlittleredxsworld]

Some people are extremely irritating

[bibliophilicsapien]

Every impulse of feeling should be guided by reason; and in my opinion, exertion should always be in proportion to what is required.

"Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen ❄️

[onnamona]

Any of you guys who grew up with narsasistic and abusive parents, have any of you heard this line; I have to love you but i dont have to like you. :)

[rottenpear]

about narc. mom. i love her so much i didnt know she also experienced this.

[gen8705]

TRIGGER WARNING

yesterday I did shadow work and I chose the prompt

What emotion do I try to avoid?

I wrote down that my narcissist Ex had constantly belittled me about being sad especially pain that he caused.

never feel guilty for feeling your emotions never feel upset because you’re crying it is perfectly valid to feel those emotions <3

it was just another way for him to make me feel worse and zap my energy like a vampire

be self aware of energy vampires in your life

[pain-is-peace]

Cheating, lying, betrayal, "you're always so unhappy", "can you just be in a better mood? "I don't want to spend time with you" ," you're always bitching", " you always just want to argue"...

My fault.

[chaotic-emperor]

So are you impressed; honored, fluttered, flustered, and head over heels for me.

Well, well, of course you are! 

For it is I we are speaking of. Thereupon, feel free to do so; for I am the happiest person at this very moment, my dearest.

[fwimmey]

Growing up, in a poor family, as the scapegoat of a narcissistic mother. I also thought I'd be dead by this point, so what did it matter if I lived a healthy life? I'll be gone before this becomes a problem anyway.

Then I got free, able to live my own life. I suddenly realized, it's not that I don't want to live, it's that I don't want to live the life I was given.

At my worst I weighed 425lbs now I weigh 350lbs. It still hurts to move, my knees will never recover, and I still look like an animated sack of lard. I'm going to spend the rest of my 20s trying to recover from the cards I was dealt in my teens. But for the first time in my life, I want to wake up tomorrow

[nicoteenee]

My mother in law starve my husband and I for 1 year and my sister in law is insisting she still lives with us. I'm so over this. I'd rather she had been left at the hospital months ago. She is so ungrateful and all she does is complain, it's like she's a 56 year old but mentally 7.