The Mocking Through Mimicry

I love to copy. I have to copy. It is all I have known for as long as I can remember. It is my natural setting to mimic those around me. I have to fit in, I have to belong and the most effective way for me to achieve this is to replicate everything that I come into contact with. If I interact with an esteemed academic I will listen to his or her achievements and then pass those off as my own as I peel away their glittering accolades and apply them to myself. Should I spend time with an exceptional sporting individual then their record-breaking endeavours will be purloined for my benefit and sported as my own in furtherance of my own belief in my exceptional ability. Author? Yes I have written books too. Model? Yes I do some modelling from time to time. Chef? You should try my signature dish, it is heavenly. Everyone I have dealings with presents me with an opportunity to copy an element of their personality. character or personae so that I may then present it as my own and in so doing I shine brighter and become an even more attractive prospect to those whose lives I effortlessly infiltrate.

This skill at mimicry enables me to ghost in and out of people’s lives. I know the social norms which are applicable and through careful examination and application I am able to pass as one just like you. I am a facsimile of a decent, personable and engaging individual and this allows me access to my targets without raising any alarms. My veneer of respectability has been fashioned from all those that I engage with, gathering patches, fragments, shards and pieces until they are hewn together and I drape it about me allowing me to come and go as I please.

It is however with you that I exhibit the astonishing mimicry of which I am a master. Once I have selected you as my target I have learned much about you already. With what will eventually be recognised as alarming ease, I replicate a fondness for all those things which you like and a distaste for all those things that you dislike. Think back and you will readily recall how I love horse-riding just as you did, that I enjoyed swimming in open water just like you and my passion for the works of Geoffrey Chaucer matched yours. Those interests which were close to you became interests that were close to me. Your appreciation of an excellent bottle of Chateau Margaux was matched by my ability to remember the applicable tasting notes and recite them to you as if it was my own appreciation. I would mimic the way you sat, copying your body language because I know, from extensive practice that this paves the way to bonding with you. I would mimic your speech patterns to form a sub-conscious link between us. I liked blue because you liked blue. I found listening to soul music an offence to my ears but I maintained a false enjoyment of it since you liked it so much. I actually enjoy choosing from the Crustacea bar but your dislike of seafood meant that I too turned lobster and oysters away. How often did you remark aloud, to me or to your friends,

“We have so much in common.”

“We like so many of the same things it is wonderful.”

“We share so many interests, I love it.”

“We are so well matched. On every level. We really are soulmates.”

Of course we are. I made it so because I wanted to be everything you wanted. I took your  long list of likes and dislikes, your catalogue of loves and hates and your grimoire of hopes and fears and I copied each and every page. I am a walking photocopier and I copied everything you wanted in order to ensure that my seduction of you was successful, encompassing and absolute.

Yet, my astonishing powers of mimicry did not end there. Goodness me no, there was more yet to come. In a particularly unpleasant twist to this malevolent skill of mine I would mimic your responses to my devaluation of you but this time it would not be a complete facsimile, I would make a slight change to my copying so that you would be undermined even further.

When you stood there crying with frustration and I drank deep of the delicious fuel you provided me, I would raise my hands to my eyes and draw pretend tears on my cheeks and make a sobbing noise to humiliate you further. Here I was letting you know that I copied everything that went before yet now I copy again but not with the perfection I once exhibited. I allow the sting of sarcasm and the malicious mockery to infiltrate my copying of your behaviour so that your hurt and bewilderment was increased. You would shout at me and I would shout back using the exact words before standing and laughing at you as you burned with frustration, unable to find any response. You might stamp your feet in exasperation and I would do the same but with a leer of disdain writ large across my face.

There were times when you would scream. A terrified scream as my vicious manipulations would take their toll and as you tried to curl into a ball and hope you might just disappear and escape this nightmare, I would lean in close to you and mimic your scream into your ear, creating this fabricated falsetto of distress in order to further your own. Every reaction to my devaluation of you had the potential to be met by a mimicked reply from me in order to further your misery and demonstrate I did not treat your responses with any sincerity or concern.

I am the master of mimicry, the king of copying and the duke of duplication. I am a walking and talking photocopier machine. I put the rank in Rank Xerox.



  1. Im an em path that finds this too hilarious because of your openness , and also I feel kind of free because the copying and mentality is finally explained. Love and God bless

    1. Mother, how lovely of you to drop by. Only corn sugar? Come on mother, surely I should be fertilises something far superior?

    2. Just a note on insult slinging:

      Using words such as creeper, yucky, and weirdo (especially all in one comment) takes the sting out of any insult intended. You end up coming off as adorable. Bless your heart.

  2. Too bad you/people like this can never become that person entirely, your behavior and copying will always be one step behind and offbeat. People notice this and start to lose respect for you, you really are only screwing your self in the end. You think you’ve won and have power over the person you copy but they will get new ideas and change and you will be left in their dust. You, the narcissist copier will remain empty. Narcissists can’t see this aspect , people aren’t all this weak and still have free will and most will leave you alone because they recognize you are sick and need help.

    1. Actually very few leave us alone, why?

      1. We won’t allow it ; or
      2. They fail to curb their own emotional thinking and continue to engage with us.

      Yes, some people do notice the ‘one step behind’ although a lot do not and with some of our kind it is very hard to spot and with others somewhat easier.

  3. Your are the perfect reflection of me, we are the same person, one soul, one heart..that’s what I make them feel by using a little help from my old friend NLP

  4. I was lucky in this regard…. I never got the mockery just the lies and the manipulations. He did talk shit behind my back but he said that he wished she was dead to me. She gets the brunt of his anger but she gives him more fuel. He can acquire a rise out of her with just one word…Amazing no wonder I was discarded.

  5. I don’t want to be with a clone of myself. I want someone who challenges me and can bring new experiences or adventures to my life. Obviously there has to be some common ground. But I do see if you are mimicking their speech patterns or how they communicate with you during seduction, if the person does not know to watch for it, it does create an instant sense of comfort and connection.
    But seriously, if we went to a buffet to eat, and you avoided the seafood section because I dislike seafood, but deep down you could devour it, that is ridiculous. I’d want you to enjoy your meal. Eat whatever you want.

  6. My exes mimicked me in good ways.. but that was the problem. sometimes they mimicked me and sometimes their true self which was really empty, void of everything …….. felt strange and was very confusing but now I understand everything… I was asking what is the matter ? what happened and I thought and though nothing was really going wrong in their lives… I cried in silence….. they ended up by blaming it on burnout and depression when there was no mimick but also nothing of their own coming. I am interested in almost everything in life so different is also okay !!! but as nothing came was the blame on depression…. which did not make sense neither because they all had perfect jobs, friends, seemed happy…and then suddenly nothing ( burn out, depression, tiredness) … and then mimick…. and nothing… sometimes I thought maybe its me…. I am not doing enough….. or sometimes I just thought the world is crazy.. the games started.
    With the other one was the same mimick but instead of blaming it on depression when he could not mimick, he was mainly very angry suddently without a reason at me and critizised everything I did…..
    So in summary it was : One depression and burn out, the other one depression + burnout + critics and the other one anger and critics.
    Thanks for the information HG <3

  7. Reactions or words. I would mimic either… do it in a monotone or an annoying parrot voice. Or, that night when I was tested, I didn’t mimic, but did retort about his scrot contents…aka testes.

    1. If you mimicked in that manner it would ignite the fury. The manipulation would have to be changed to alleviate the criticism arising from your behaviour and to gain fuel.

  8. Lol
    I’ll pass thank you 😊
    Working out the people I’ve been involved with has been more than enough!!

  9. With certainty I haven’t met anyone on your level! Or desire to!!
    I couldn’t imagine the consequences of doing so.

  10. Thanks for your insight.
    I have a question for you, has anyone you’ve been involved with on a personal level ever figured you out?

    1. If you mean by figured out, have they worked everything out about me? The answer is no.
      If you mean did they know I am a narcissistic sociopath. The answer is no.
      If you mean did they know I was a narcissist. The answer is yes.

  11. So either way the copying wont stop.
    I have to say that used to really irritate me!
    Am I right in noticing if the person that’s copied is no longer part of your life, it’s on to the next person.

  12. Also, HG, it’s pretty amazing how well developed the cognitive empathy of a Greater narcissist really is. Your description of how your victim feels when you mock them is spot on. You get it completely. The empathy is there, but it’s being turned into a weapon rather than a shoulder to cry on.

  13. So childish. This brings back awful memories of how my ex would mock me by copying my emotional reactions to his abuse, usually by copying me in an exaggerated way exactly as you describe. Absolutely infuriating and it makes you feel backed into a corner with no way out. It also makes you want to kill. Probably nothing infuriated and frustrated me more. But really, I was dealing with a 4year old in a grown-up’s body, so why should it have bothered me so much? If my 4 year old did that, it might be slightly annoying, but certainly not infuriate me or upset me to the extreme that it did when my ex did it.

  14. When I caught on I did the parrot right back. But….when he said something about PMS, my retort was, “little testes are you or have you today? I hope I left enough hot water in the shower or they might just disappear”. I tried it at a party when he demeaned me in front of a crowd. Crowd went wild. If looks could kill, I’d be dead on the floor.

  15. So sad and true. He copied me so much! There was nothing unique about him. Trying to think here… …. …. Nope nothing.

    But I want to say H G, You are somewhat unique… I don’t know of any other narcissists that are helping people who are victims of them as you are. Plus you are probably earning some coin doing so so all the power to you!

    1. Indeed I am unique, you will not get this perspective anywhere else in such an accessible manner. As I have said before I don’t do this to help but I realise it is an incidental outcome from the primary aim which is to furnish people with the information about how we really behave and think. I enjoy the knowledge that I am weaponising empaths to deal with our kind and this appeals to my perverse sense of humour.

      1. Hey HG, question: do you find it funny at the expense of the narcicists who dates or encounters the weaponiced empath or at the empath that feels a little altered and conflicted with the weapons she/he now has? I was just thinking about how future dates for me will be intetesting and I kind of feel sorry for the next guy (if not a narcicist but a deeply romantic one)…,are you laughing at them too, the innocent people that come into the lives and have to climb a higher wall?

        Not meant as an accusation, truly curious. I’m greatful to be weaponized. There’s a loss too though.

        1. It appeals to my perverse sense of humour that I am creating weaponised empaths who will make life difficult for my brethren. I owe them no loyalty, they should up their games. If you subject an “innocent” potential intimate partner to scrutiny and this forces them to work harder, that entertains me too. The games are always being played you see.

          1. The visual of “weaponized empaths” makes me smile and think of potential cartoon ideas. I’m a visual type, I’m visualizing soft bunnies with amour, claws, and machine guns (Rambo style).

            Just wished there were no games, and it seems like an unrealistic wish. To be honest, I engage too, though I hate it. Reminds me of an old psych book, The Games People Play.

  16. Again… Jack of all trades, master of none…

    I don’t want to throw the very same words at you to degrade you as my ex narc did to me… but you know truth lay in those words.

    You are a master of words, writing is your forte and I am sure you are well aware you could enchant any woman with such!

  17. So incredible, but so true. My ex came up with all sorts of them when I was on my way out the door. For someone who pretended to have such a bad memory she sure could remember all sorts of phrases that I had said. U have made me understand just how much your kind love negative fuel. Thank you for your insight HG.

      1. Im going with Door #1.

        So Im gonna take a crack at deciphering The Construct. Here goes…

        Am I getting warmer? Sam Vaknin already said npd is “alien” “AI” and “hive mind”. Im gonna have to agree based on my research. This aligns with the Gnostics and Nag Hammadi as well. Of course Sam left an element of plausible deniability behind…just in case he wants to argue that he was misunderstood later.

        HG I appreciate this site. You have covered a lot of ground in your disclosures. How far are you willing to go?

        1. Hello Tina, never let it be said that different angles and viewpoints are being advanced to explain matters. I have not yet had time to watch all the of the two videos you provided since they are quite long, but I grasped from the comments to them and the opening few minutes the direction from which you are approaching this. It is certainly the first time I have heard such matters mentioned with reference to what I am. Perhaps you might articulate your theory for me in order to save me some time? Thank you for your appreciation. How far am I willing to go? I am still going and have no intention of stopping, so let’s see where we end up yes?

    1. If they do it with emotion they provide fuel therefore we will carry on. If they say it without emotion then telling us to stop doing something is seen as a criticism (since we have an unfettered right to do as we please) and this would ignite our fury. We would lash out with some other manipulation in order to draw fuel. We would not stop what we are doing.

    2. I once texted this thing. (created fake ID fb)
      I messaged him something .
      He copied
      I: I texted why you copying me?
      He: I didn’t copy you.
      Lol how cheap it was !

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