The Ignominy of Injury
I would never hurt an animal, not intentionally. I am an expert marksman but I would never shoot a live animal. I am not fond of animals, I have never kept a pet and I never will. Caring for or hurting an animal has no interest for me. I should imagine that has taken a few of you by surprise. I should imagine that you saw the picture of this fox with his cast and thought, “This is where he shows more of his sadism by revealing that he tortured guinea pigs when he was child or shot at birds in the garden with an air rifle.” I am pleased to disappoint you. That never happened. I am well aware that hurting animals may be a sign of no conscience but it does not follow that a lack of conscience means that you will hurt animals. I know that certain individuals obtain an emotional gratification by hurting an animal as this is about exhibiting the ultimate control. I regard those that engage in that type of behaviour as low-functioning epsilon semi-morons. An animal cannot answer you back, it cannot tell you things or say the wrong thing. I do think that animals display certain self-centred narcissistic tendencies, feed me, wash me, stroke me, play with me, walk me, clean my living space and so on. They require a lot of attention and that is why I cannot countenance ever having one as a pet. I suspect that is the reason why I have never hurt one.
No, my ire exists for the wounded creature, the pathetic person that is weak. I do not like babies because they are weak and absorb attention away from me. I do not like the elderly, they are weak and they absorb attention away from me with all the help they need. I also want no reminder of how mortality fades and they are the spectres hovering at the end, reminding us that the reaper’s scythe is nearing. I not like the ill, they are weak and they absorb attention away from me. I think you are getting the picture now. I know you empathic people reach out to these people and that society dictates that these groups should be cared for. That does not resonate with me. They infuriate me. I would rather they disappeared and did not distract from my purpose. Should they come within my reach they find themselves subjected to my irritation and displeasure which results in me lashing out with acidic tongue and savage words at them in order to exhibit my annoyance. I know you regard that as wrong but I am just being honest. It is what I feel. Now you know why my kind ditches you for a younger model, pays no interest to the birth of our child and why our kind always vanishes when you are ill or injured and in need of care. We have no desire to be reminded of weakness, not when it threatens us from inside on a daily basis.
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I am intrigued by what is seemingly an anomaly with the (victim) narc I am involved with. He (seemingly?) really cares about animals. He has been vegetarian all of his adult life. If we pass a field of animals he’ll say something along the lines of “awww look, how can anybody eat them?”. Also, he had an old dog when we met nearly 5 years ago, and as her health and mobility (and her incontinence) got worse and worse, he let it continue for far longer than most people would consider ‘enough’. It would have been compassionate to let her go long before he did.
Hello Penny Dropped, I would read two things into your interesting recollection.
1. The appearance of caring for animals is part of the facade and useful for drawing fuel from others ; and
2. By keeping something around which is weaker and inferior to him, he makes himself feel better.
Thanks for your response HG. Since finding your blog a few weeks ago, and reading extensively, I’ve been able to start to make sense of what the hell is going on in my life with this ‘lovely bloke’. So ‘The penny dropped’, and I now know I’m not going mad. A self confessed ‘salt of the earth, all round good guy’ has utterly destroyed my sanity, how ironic then that a self confessed narcissistic sociopath has empowered me to get it back!
I’ve found many answers (revelations!), and I have many more, but fear exposure, thus ammunition, so daren’t be too specific. paranoia eh, wonder where that’s come from? haha
cheers!
You are welcome PD.
I am not fond of animals. I don’t dislike them I just don’t need anything additional in my life that depends on me to take care of it and requires responsibility of I decide to spontaneously go out of town.
I found it humorous and ironic that the vehicle I recently bought came with a license plate holder that says “I love animals”.
Reminds me I need to remember to remove it.
If you have a female child, who (could be like your mom). You indicated a child won’t happen (male or female). Secure your protection. People are notorious for getting what they want through trickery. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. You already know.
I can categorically state there will be no HG offspring unless I decide to adopt and that is not going to happen. Accordingly the question is moot as I don’t and wont have any children.
What happens when you become elderly? I can be naive or lie and say it won’t happen but unless you die young, it will.
Age will distinguish me, the intellect will remain intact and with careful planning both an active older age can be enjoyed as well as knowing my legacy is in place.
💝💝💝💝
For your sake I hope the first two points happen. How will you preserve your legacy? Do you plan on having at least one HG? If no, what will your legacy be?
I have a number of schemes in motion, writing being one of them, to preserve my legacy. There will not be any HG Juniors running around.
Your legacy already exists HG, you can intensify it, as for the junior Hg, I laughed out loud here, thank you, your work has already helped me a lot
If you have a female, what happens if she has your mother’s traits_just want to learn.
If I have a female? Do you mean an intimate partner who is like my mother or a daughter who is like my mother?
Is it valid to say that you also dislike the strong?
In what context ?
I have to say the picture is lovely first of all ❤️❤️.
The article good, direct and representing the pure truth in a partnership with a narcissist, but I have to say I do remember my dad taking lots of care of us as kids if we were sick.
Funny now that you say it, that would have been a way to call his 100% attention but I did never learn to pretend being sick… Maybe that is only and exclusively a narcissistic trait 😝.
The post brings me sad memories because my ex-never helped me take care of the kids if I got sick. And as I also hate being sick, this was really hard to take care of a baby when you are really sick. I also hate being sick so if I am confined to a bed is because I am really really sick. This means over 40 of fever that will not go down with medicine or in such a strong pain that medicine wont help, else I dont let a sickness confine me to a bed.
So there was this once or twice time when I was really in pain and the medicines were not helping but my ex did not care at all.
I anyway had to pick up the baby from the craddle, walk her, feed her. It something still fresh in my memory i realize as I read this article. Else I never think about this…or any of sour memories…
And by the way HG i am sick today! I love and adore spring and its flowering trees but the first 4 weeks of spring are of allergy to me. Nothing that will bring me to bed or that I cant well manage with pharmaceuticals but I do expect from you a get well Nikita 😜.
Have a nice day ! ☀️☀️
Ah a hay fever sufferer. I hope your eyes are not too runny nor your nose too itchy!
Yup hay fever! Not anymore sneezing nor itchy. Its just the first 30 min after I wake up. I never ever take medicines but here I have to and I fould an excellent one!
So i am almost never sick. Dont run away from me 😂😂😂😂
Nobody likes to think of their own mortality but it doesn’t mean we don’t have to care for others who need us. Unfortunately it’s a fact of life.
I’m starting to think that my exes suggestion of getting a dog was purely a means of ensuring I would stay. The more I think about things when he was home last I caught the odd glare at me when I was tending to the dogs needs. He would also shout to me in the kitchen to get him some food, it was very much ferch me carry me. i out it down to him having a maid in india. I would should back what did your last slave die of. But I’d always been like that. animals can’t reach into cupboards or fix a meal he could.
He prob was angry inside over that comment. But he just said you’re already in there and I’m on holiday. Errr yeah I’m on holiday to !!!