You’re It
There once was a girlfriend of mine called Lesley. My preferred method of gathering fuel from her and also manipulating her was to call her It. This was extremely demeaning and in line with my worldview that people are just objects and appliances to do things for me. You may be an admiring appliance, you may be an accommodating appliance and run around for me. Alternatively you may be an enabling appliance providing me with what I want. A person is an appliance is an object. I was able to reinforce this especially with Lesley. I did not do it all the time. This would have diluted its effect. I would however be consistent in its application however. In some respects it was a half-way house to the Silent Treatment as I was not acknowledging her completely, I was belittling her but not quite ignoring her totally. The fact I was talking about her made her feel as if she had to respond and thus I got what I was looking for; a reaction.
I would start first thing in the morning. As ever, I was awake first as I had had a refreshing night’s sleep, the sleep of the just. She had probably lay awake for a few hours after I turned my back on her when she wanted to make love. She knew better than to pester me though. As I lay on my elbow looking at her freckled face, she would blink into wakefulness. Her blue eyes would meet mine and I would see the hope surge in them as she knew I was looking at her.
“Ah,it is awake,” I would smile maintaining my gaze. The hope immediately became crushed and although she tried to hide it, I could see my blow had landed.
“Oh don’t do that please, it is horrible,” she would say pleasantly.
“It seems to have something to say. It always has,” I would remark. She would shake her head.
“Please, stop it, you know I don’t like it when you do that.”
“It wants us to stop. It always wants its own way.”
“No I don’t.”
“It is getting annoyed now. It is always loses its temper.”
“Pack it in.” She would rise from the bed and make for the shower. I would hover nearby and give a running commentary.
“It is washing itself using the shower gel we bought for it. It likes to smell nice.”
“It is washing its hair now. It is trying to wash the guilt away. It reeks of it.”
Lesley would try to ignore the comments but I knew from her sighs and the slumping of the shoulders it was getting to her. Having subjected her to maybe fifteen minutes of commenting on what she was doing, I shifted the tack and began to use this technique in a more suggestive fashion.
“It ought to wear a pencil skirt and blouse today. It does not want to look too sloppy even if it is a Friday.”
Lesley would pick out the suggested outfit. I knew why she did it. She felt that by making this suggestion, even though I was still calling her it, it showed I was interested in her and she lapped it up. She completely missed that this was what I wanted her to do for me and was nothing to do with being interested in her.
“It really ought to cook breakfast as we must not go hungry.”
“It would do well to ensure the shopping is done before we return this evening.”
“It should remember we are going out tonight and it is not invited.”
She would depart for work, bristling but not wanting to escalate matters. My technique would continue through the day. I would telephone her and ask,
“Is it busy?”
“Yes I am, so now you are talking to me are you?”
“It wants to know if we are talking to it. Now we are not.” I would put the phone down.
By evening she would be pleading with me to stop it, tears welling in her eyes. Lesley had had enough of my objectification which was sustained and cutting through out the day. As I picked up my wallet in readiness to heading out with my friends, without her, I would turn and say,
“I am going out now. I will see you later.”
The smile that erupted across her face was immense as I had dropped the It commentary.
“Okay, have a good time,” she would answer pleasantly.
“I will. Bye Karen.”
I never looked over my shoulder but I knew how using the wrong name would hurt her.
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How old are you, HG? 12?
This is funny but the behavior is of a child (for both of you). She should have known better that is really amusing.
ah, the cutting power of personal pronouns
I would not last long with someone who would treat me that way. I think that in the end something would break in me and I would break up.
It, is the way to control and remove individuality. Such a cruel beast. I did laugh though in a Silence of the lambs way.
HG I wouldn’t place you in the same mould as the noxious and craven character, Buffalo Bill, Silence of the Lambs, but…
After reading your It Girl posts though, it leaves me feeling extremely discomfited, in much the same way I felt whilst watching the scene between BB and Catherine (the senator’s daughter) whom he completely objectifies in the same manner you did Lesley.
Maybe this is the difference between a common a garden narc and a malignnarc 😉
To answer your question, my Narc confirmed to me about 5 weeks ago he will be in town to participate in alum Homecoming festivities at the University he attended, which is in my town. Coincidentally, that was how we met 3 years ago. Last year when he was in town, for it, he reached out to me after a 3-4 week silent treatment. It’s why I just feel hyper-vigilant. He would not miss this event being in all his glory with his adoring group of lieutenants. I do think if he stays quiet however, as you call them your “lower” brethren, he has probably given up as he is not up to par on your level, but toxic enough.
Duly noted and I await the update in due course as to what happens.
It’s amazing how you seem to remember all these ladies in glorious detail. Conversations, everything you’ve done to them. Yet to them, you were merely a blip and a mistake. 20 years later they’ll be happy and have families. What actually have you got, apart from loneliness and a big space where your soul is missing?
Hello Suzanne, thank you for your message and my apologies for the delay in answering you. Yes I have a brilliant memory and can recall dates, times and actions with particular precision. I have been likened to a savant by some of my friends. I take your point that they will regard me as a mistake but not a blip, they adored me and I took them to heaven. Who knows what they will have in 20 years’ time, that is a matter for them. What have I got? I have plenty to occupy and entertain me, thank you for asking. I am not lonely, far from it, I have my coterie of mannequins and admirers and I have much work to do in this world. Mind you, you are right about my soul, have you seen it at all?
He has alot to look forward too!!
Interestingly, you chose to call her “Karen” one of your favorites who seems to have had a tragic ending to her involvement with you. Your subconscious must circulate back to her often.
Clarece
The television was on and a character called Karen was speaking, so I chose that name.
Nah! C’mon, you know that answer is weak, but since you have been feverishly responding to everyone’s posts today with some real thought-provoking material, you get a free pass on this one. Lol
I’ve decided, should my Narc reach out on his trip in town in 2 weeks, I shall call him “It” in any of my responses to him. Oh look, “It’s visiting”. Oh look ” It breathes & texts”. Yeah, I can handle that.
Thank you for the free pass, I am obliged! Labelling your narc as an “it” may actually be a useful way for him to deal with it, so fill your boots. Is the Return of the Narc imminent? How do you know he is coming back?
Getting the name from the TV, that’s the behavior of a high-functioning psychopath.
I could never pull up You’re It, not on Google or by using the search bar, until now.
Hi I’m reading this blog. Have I missed something? What happened to Karen?