Puppet Master
Becky (an ex girlfriend) would turn to me and some times say,
“I just feel like your puppet at times.”
I had to look the other way because I wanted to laugh. My nickname for her was poppet. She loved me calling her that. I used it straight away when we first met. It was actually a useful device as the other lady I was seeing, Susan, received that nickname from me too, but she was on the way out. It meant I could call them both poppet and not mix up their names with the invariable histrionics that would ensue. God, I am good.
What Becky had not realised that my calling her poppet was a corruption of puppet and every time I used it I would be laughing inwardly and beaming outwardly. She thought I was just smiling because I was pleased to be with her.
That is what it is all about. Making you my puppet. This is my aim. This is the means to my end of obtaining my fuel from you. As you will no doubt becoming familiar with, the means always justifies the end. Accordingly, by ensuring you become my puppet I am in the optimum position to control you to extract every drop of fuel I can from you.
I need to control you so that you admire me when I want it. I need to control you so that I can pull the strings and make you jerk to my tune. I am the puppetmaster.
To make you my puppet I engage on a two-pronged approach. Firstly, I make you utterly dependent on me. I open the doors and let you look upon heaven. That way you are in awe of what I can give you and you want it, oh you really, really want it. Secondly, I will then remove every method of support both real and potential that you might rely on to try and recover your free will (family, friends, colleagues and so on – I will be posting about how I do this through my slur campaign in a separate post) so that you have nobody to turn to. Thus, as you look on heaven entranced and enraptured, I am opening the trapdoor to hell right under your feet.
Once I have those strings attached to you we can begin our dance. It is long. It is exhausting. It is dangerous.
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Im referring to the distinction between malignant narcissism verses narcissistic sociopathy? Did Lesley just have no further use beyond a MH?
I’ve not finished with Lesley yet.
What’s the difference between you and a psychopath? Is it the need for admiration?
Also, I wondered with regard to “Jolene” and the IT dvd, why the seduction ended so soon? How did you keep a straight face at the end when she was crying (or did you)?
When you write “you” I will assume you mean a narcissistic sociopath. There appears to be some disagreement about the differences between a sociopath and a psychopath and some people use the terms interchangeably. I prefer a simple distinction. Psychopaths do not know the difference between right and wrong. Sociopaths do – we just don’t care.
Do you mean Lesley? I kept a straight face because the mask I had chosen had a straight mask. I had a good laugh afterwards when I had returned to the office.
I have a question about restraining orders and GRAND HOOVERS. I interrupted the grand hoover with a two-year restraining order (my narc was quite abusive and I had evidence to prove it). He violated the order, and we spent six months in contempt court. Now he can’t see me until Dec. 9, 2017, BUT he lives down the street from me. He has a history of intense stalking of me and very obsessive behavior towards me. In your best guess, what should I expect from him at this point? Total discard, another Grand Hoover at the end of the restraining order, or something else?
As advised Michelle.
And what of those who don`t mind the shackles, HG?
Step this way….
I believe I already have.
Bravo.
hahahahaha
I think because HG’s description is so cold and calculated and deliciously honest, it’s hard for many of you to fathom.
But most things in life have strings attached. Everyone is guilty, likely to a lesser degree than HG and his kind, of pulling strings to their benefit in some way, shape or form. And anyone who says otherwise is not being deliciously honest.
Not everyone does it to assume complete and total mental, physical and emotional control over a person. Not at all. That is something left to the narcissist because this is an area in which he dominates and excels.
But….there are always strings. Some so fine they are nearly invisible. Like a spider-web really. When you walk through one unwittingly but then feel the tender silky strands tickling your skin….like that.
The strings the N pulls are just like that spider-web at first. But the more he pulls and bends and contorts you and you world, the heavier they become. Until eventually, they are like iron shackles wound around you so many times and so tightly, you have nearly no hope of escaping.
Well described.
Master of Puppets
Metallica
End of passion play, crumbling away
I’m your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your death’s construction
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
You’re dedicated to
How I’m killing you
Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master
Master of puppets I’m pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can’t see a thing
Just call my name, ‘cause I’ll hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, ‘cause I’ll hear you scream
Master
Master
Wow – this is just unbelievable.
As a child I loved playing with my Sindy dolls, they would do whatever I wanted.
To transfer that to real life and real people, no way ! I can’t even imagine what that would feel like – horrible to be responsible for someone else’s destiny and especially in a bad way. My Sindys just did nice things and were always happy.
I read, I think in ‘The sociopath next door’ that the closest people with a conscience can get to feeling what it is like to not have one is when you’re extremely ill or badly injured and so your thoughts turn only to yourself for that period of time. I guess this helped me have some degree of understanding. We may become neglectful of others whilst in this state and controlling if it served the purpose of our own survival. But beyond that or for an extended period……
Even though through your readings HG I know this to be the case and we are all just puppets to you in a big Sindy or Barbie house, but it is still hard to truly comprehend this.
Having this knowledge though is powerful. And even though I can remember what it was like to be naive and believe that everyone has some good in them somewhere, I still find it hard to fathom that the majority of the population are clueless.
It’s all rather confusing sometimes.
I have a story concerning Action Man and Sindy from when I was younger which I might reveal but looking back it does fit with what has come to pass.
HG, I’d love to hear your story
At the end of each term at junior school we were allowed to bring in toys for the final day. It was common for the boys to bring Action Man (I think the British version of GI Joe) along with his tanks etc. The girls would bring Sindy. The girls would set up their Sindy house, play making dinner, trying on outfits etc and after a while the boys would drive a tank through the dinner party, scattering the tiny pieces of crockery and cutlery, before the various Action Men would jump onto Sindy and kiss her etc. This of course upset the girls and had them go running to the teacher crying. I laughed at first. The boys would be told off and Action Man’s invasion would be withdrawn. The girls would make good the carnage and carry on playing. I would then call round with my Action Man who would politely knock on the door and ask if he could stay for dinner. The girls loved this approach and allowed Action Man to walk in unhindered, sitting him down and cooing over him as they made him dinner and served him drinks, allowed him to stay the night and so on. Of course this also meant that I got to play with the girls and gained their approval whilst the war-like other boys looked on in envy. This also meant that one could engage the girls for an actual kiss too by worming my way unto their affections by this polite approach with Action Man.
Start as you mean to go on, hey HG
Indeed Alexis.
I know also a person that made the same thing to kiss the girls..
A friend let me borrow that book. It was a chilling read, especially what that little boy did to frogs…and that sweet old lady who wasn’t so sweet. Shudders. 1 in 4 people.
I know it’s awful and these are but a few examples. I could be wrong but it may have been 1 in 25 which is still massively high !!
You are absolutely right. It is 1 in 25. 4% of the population. Still alarming.
Yes this is very true. There are people making work in the background to turn others into puppet. Today I see this people as very malignant.. Sketching everything to attach the strings.. Very well said. Attach the strings. The sentence that most resonates… So sad to realize that this exists.
Its almost 9 months reading the blog and still things come clear..
Thanks for posting everyday and the good reading ☀️
You are welcome.
Your terms of endearment are so the inverse of endearing, HG. Good thing you have your charming ways. 🙂
Thank you 1jaded1
You are welcome.
Although the post made me laugh while reading, every word is precisely accomodated. True Only a narcissist can understand this post and what it represents – Control and such potent thickened delicious fuel. Chills to the bone. I think I’ll have me some cold cherries now.