The real narcissist hides their narcissism, the fake one is just pretending, because he wished, he would be one.
The narcissist can step over people. And yet he has the most charming personality, when it comes to, another in
to hit the pan.
These are all stupid truisms, which prove themselves again and again and in abundance.
I have never manipulated, never charmed. I provoked, to figure out, how profound and genuine a human being (Mann) is.
But that's just not possible with a real narcissist, because he can pretend all that, to be, as long as he wants.
Now there is the question, if not all people tick like that?
I mean, that we pretend, to be that, what we think we are, that we are, what we mean, to be in our mirror.
The two of us don't look into this mirror, immer nur allein. Im Spiegel schaut uns unser Selbstbild entgegen, that we
continuously adapt easily, modulate …..
Let's look at each other in this mirror? Certainly not, when we love ….. and certainly not, when we loved ones
no longer love people. So we always only see ourselves and the others in our mirror as part of ourselves.
I never wanted to believe that narcissist shit, because I think, that the, who loves, in love, not a narcissist
can be. that in love, as long as it's real: this rather negative part of self-reference and lack of empathy
is reduced or even dissolved. In this way, I saw the capacity for transformation and wonder of two egoists,
narcissists, Bordis, burned children etc. believed in love.
But actually I can see it, that things are more complex, and that i depending on the relationship; once the asshole was and
the other time the other was the asshole. Not because of narcissism, rather, because the one who leaves the other, no feelings
has more left for him, who still loves. Und das hat ja nichts mit einer schlechten Eigenschaft zu tun, only with chemistry or magic ….
Of course, the top priority in such stories is honesty. And that one tries, to articulate, how so
the other person, who was promised heaven (how careless!), meaningless, has become distant and alien to
one. But that's the point: this may not be a question of articulation! With all articulation one can do so
may not express something. And so everything stays the same:
Real Love ist Magic, is force of nature
And although I know all this, always knew, it kills me.
Trallala Blablabalbalbalba
(19.5.22)