Rumplenarcskin

 

rumplenarcskin

Once there was a Lieutenant who was poor, but who had a beautiful empathic daughter. Now it happened that he had to go and speak to the NarcKing and in order to curry favour with the NarcKing and provide some residual benefits, the Lieutenant said to the king, “I have a daughter who can spin rubbish into mesmerising brilliance, for example, BS into golden periods.”

The NarcKing said to the Lieutenant, “That is a craft which pleases me well, if your daughter is as clever as you say, bring her tomorrow to the Palace of Lost Hope and I will put her to the test.”

And when the empathic daughter was brought to the NarcKing, he took her into a compartment which was quite full of BS, gave her a spinning-wheel and a reel and said,

“I don’t like using my energy, so I need you to spin this BS into golden periods which I can use over my ensnared subjects. If by tomorrow you have not spun all this BS into golden periods, you must be discarded and smeared.”

     Thereupon the NarcKing locked the empathic daughter in the compartment and left her to go and hoover the visiting Queen of Sheba. So sat the poor Lieutenant’s daughter and for the life of her could not tell what to do. She never told lies and was an honest person and thus she had no idea how BS could be spun into golden periods. She grew more and more frightened until at last she began to weep.

But all at once the door opened and in came a little man and he said, “Good evening Mistress Empath why on earth are you wasting all that delicious negative fuel on a room full of BS?”

“Alas,” answered the girl, “I have to spin this BS into golden periods and I do not know how to do it.”

“What will you give me if I do it for you?” asked the little man, rubbing his hands in anticipation.

“I have nothing but my admiration and appreciation to give you,” replied the Lieutenant’s daughter.

“That’ll do,” grinned the little man.

He seated himself in front of the wheel and whirr, whirr, whirr, the reel was full. He put on another reel and then another and so he went on until the morning spinning the BS until all that existed were reels of golden periods.

By daybreak the NarcKing was already there for he did not sleep much and when he saw all the golden periods he was delighted, but his dark heart became only more greedy. He had the Lieutenant’s daughter taken into another room full of BS which was much larger.

“Right, I have a banquet coming up and I cannot be arsed to trot out all my false anecdotes yet again, so I need you to spin some more golden periods for me to pull over the eyes and ears of everybody who is attending. This BS has been festering for time immemorial, blimey, if I knew how to, I would be embarrassed at some of its content. Get this lot into golden periods in the course of one night or I will discard you. smear you and malign hoover you repeatedly.” commanded the NarcKing.

    Dismayed the girl began to weep again and in an instant the little man had re-appeared in the room once again.

“Holy Toledo, are you mad? So much fuel and you are wasting it.”

“I am sorry but I blame myself for everything, that is just the way I am. I have to spin this roomful of BS into golden periods or I am going to have a torrid time of it from the king.”

“I see. What will you give me then if I do it for you?” asked the little man.

“I have nothing but I can only give you my appreciation and admiration again,” replied the girl.

“Nah, had plenty of that from you, it is boring and stale. Tell you what, I will sit and do the spinning and call you all the bad names in the world so you cry and then I will have your tears and misery.”

“Really? That seems a strange thing to do when I could be so gushing and appreciative for you. Honestly, I would always admire you, forever, you have been so kind to me.”

“Save it kid, turn on the waterworks or your ass belongs to the king,” declared the little man.

“Very well,” answered the girl.

Thus the little man set to work and as the girl wept and wailed, he chortled to himself as he worked his way through the A-Z of Devaluing Insults, calling her all manner of awful things. By dawn all the BS had become golden periods.

The NarcKing bowled up and rejoiced with the power sparking in his eyes at the sight of so many golden periods which he could dole out over unsuspecting victims. Still, it was not enough and he had the Lieutenant’s daughter taken into a massive room full of BS.

“Goodness me, who created all this BS?” asked the girl amazed that such a quantity could be accumulated.

“Have you never heard one of my speeches?” asked the NarcKing somewhat irked.

“Spin all of this into golden periods and do it in one night and if you succeed I shall make you my intimate partner primary source, er I mean wife.”

The NarcKing departed to malign hoover the residents of a nearby village and left the girl alone. In time the little man appeared.

“Well I’ll go to the foot of our stairs!” he announced when he saw the mountains of BS around the girl, “I thought I could spout it, but this guy, he takes some beating.”

“What will you give me if I spin the BS into golden periods a third time?” he asked

“I have nothing left. I am all cried out and feel numb.”

“That’s not much good. I tell you what, if you become queen you are bound to get knocked-up by NarcKing so you are bound to him, so I will take your first born child for the purposes of triangulation.”

Who knows whether that will ever happen, thought the Lieutenant’s Daughter and not knowing how else to help herself in this strait, she agreed.

And when the NarcKing rolled in at 6am after a night of seduction, he found all as he had wished and took the Lieutenant’s Daughter in marriage and she became an intimate partner primary source and was treated like a queen.

About a year later she brought a beautiful child into the world and never gave a thought about the funny little man, but one evening, showing a flagrant disregard for boundaries, the little man wandered into her chamber and said,

“I have a huge sense of entitlement so give me what I want.”

The queen was horror-struck and offered the funny little man her character traits and many residual benefits including a full subscription to Netflix and exclusive use of a crystal carriage but the little man refused.

“No, the hoover fuel and triangulation potential of your child are far dearer to me than binging on science fiction shows all day.”

 

  Then the queen began to howl and cry. The little man had not experienced her negative fuel for a year so it made him feel better and he wondered whether he would be best keeping the queen as a non-intimate secondary source who he could keep returning to.

“I tell you what, seeing as I am a decent chap or at least so my façade thinks, I will give you three days and if by that time you find out my name, then you shall keep your child.”

So the queen thought the whole night of all the names that she had ever heard, and she instructed a messenger to ride all over the country to inquire, far and wide, for any other names that there might be. The messenger, who had been through this song and dance so many times decided instead to head to the castle library and do some research about this peculiar little man which the queen had described. He found some tomes by a sagely individual known as T G Hudor. He settled down to read the books which went by titles such as “Fairy Tale Fury”, “Going No Contact and Dispelling Annoying Little Men” and “Begone! How to Beat Funny Little Men.” Rather than waste time finding out names, the wise messenger read and read and then he just picked up the list of names from the last time he was sent on the quest and handed it to the queen for her to use before he headed back to his research.

When the little man came the next day, she began with Soulmate, True Love and Shining Star, and said all the names she knew, one after another, but to every one the little man said, “That is not my name.”

On the second day she had inquiries made on a popular blog as to the names of the people the commenters there knew, and she repeated to the funny little man the most uncommon and curious. Perhaps your name is Tubby, or Dickula, or Narcopath , but he always answered, “That is not my name.”

On the third day the messenger, who frankly found all this name-gathering nonsense a chore, came back again, and said, “I have not been able to find a single new name so I guess you are up shit creek.”

“Oh my goodness, ” cried the queen, “what am I to do, I do not want to lose my child and have it triangulated by Yoda’s uglier brother.”

The messenger had seen this played out many times before but just went along with it usually as the pay at the castle was good and the view from his turret was impressive, so he went through the ritual of this repeated hoovering by the funny little man. After many years though, the messenger had made some important gains in his research and besides he wanted to get through a few box sets so he felt it was time that the charade came to an end.

“Your majesty, if I may make a suggestion, when this Rum… er funny little man appears, don’t worry about knowing his name, but instead ignore him.”

“Ignore him, but why?”

“Trust me, I’ve endured this scenario thirty times in my lifetime and to be frank, I need a break from all of the running around on ridiculous quests and errands. If you want this weirdo to clear off, just ignore him. I can guarantee he will not take your child.”

And when soon afterwards the little man came in, and asked, “Now, mistress queen, what is my name?”

The Queen said nothing.

“I said what is my name?”

The Queen stared out of the window.

“My name? My name? What is it?” hollered the little man jumping from foot to foot.

But the Queen took the advice of the messenger and ignored the little man quite completely. No matter what he said to her, how much of a scene he made, she just ignored him until in his ignited fury he plunged his right foot so deep into the earth that his whole leg went in, and then in a rage he pulled at his left leg so hard with both hands that he tore himself in two and was gone.

The Queen smiled and cradled her child as the messenger thanked his own personal god that the merry go round had finally ended.

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48 thoughts on “Rumplenarcskin”

  1. Thank you,
    One more question if I may,
    If your Mother is a narcissist and she has no empathy, then why would she care to require you to get therapy?

    1. She does not care. It is part of exerting control and also preventing me from exposing her and others in the family for what they are.

      1. Thank you for explaining. It must be really worth it to put up with all of that. God has blessed you with great talents and I hope you can rise above this adversity.

      2. Yikes, HG, sounds like your holidays and family get togethers are completely bizarre (well, to an empath), all relative I suppose. Sounds like fun, in a fly on wall sort of way.

      3. Does Matrinarc not mind being exposed to the good doctors, HG? You wrote the good doctors are physicians with a postgraduate degree.

        (I remember that my late narcissistic father did not mind being exposed to a psychologist or to a therapist because he considered them to be beneath him but he would not have liked if I had exposed him to renowned physicians or to other people with a doctorate degree like him. Beneath his perfect façade was fear of being exposed and shame.)

  2. HG? Considering your mother is a narcissist, too, how do you know she is going to keep her end of the deal (your therapy and the inheritance)?

      1. Not really, there are mechanisms in place to ensure it is achieved. That is how I am sure her end of the bargain will be upheld.

      2. Do you see an end in sight with therapy in the near future? Being that you are not interested in altering your behavior and see no reason to do so? Will your family accept that?

      3. HG
        Do you feel that therapy has help you at all in terms of feeling any type of empathy towards people?

  3. Sarabella, (March20, 2017 AT 11:07), he is not able to connect to someone for a long time. He is not able to love another person. He can`t feel what you feel. What happened to you, will happen to every woman he meets, after a short golden period. He pushes the blame on you. He wants you to feel bad and desperate. A narcissist does not feel real sadness about a loss of someone else. He is not able to to do. If there are any feelings like sadness or doubts about his own behaviour, he cuts them at once. He avoids those feelings. He denies responsibility for his behaviour and his thoughts. So, therefore you are no narcissist. He has a big problem towards bonding/binding. He learnt in his childhood, that it is better to love only one person and that is him. His problem can`t be solved by you and no-one else is able to do it. It is up to him to make a change. Please do not love someone who does not love you. It is only a repetition of what probably happened to you in your own childhood. If it was like that, you have had the wrong parents, parents who were not able to love you to the extent you earned it and needed it. Very hard words, I know.
    Please make a list about the bad things he did to you and others and put this list where you can see it . Then make a list what you expect /want in a partnership and put it beneath the other list. Look at these lists as often as possible. It helps to see the thruth. Don`t make a list about his good character traits. He has some, I know, but they are not enough. Expect more.

    1. It is 100% repetition. Even worse that its a childhood repetition with him. I have only in the past year even touched on how this is a life repetition overall though. I intectually know he cannot love anyone but himself but what makes it hard it to see how he can still lure in victims and yet doesn’t ever change and still is a lie with all his facade. I just need more time, I know. Its hard to recover from a narc experience with a friend/lover while at the same seeing for the first time the truth of your childhood. It gets very overwhelming sometimes.

  4. Brilliant
    But still in La.. La.. Land..
    Easy to do.. but hard to keep on doing it..
    you said yourself: we have became the narcs properties.
    All we can do to to easy the anger, frustration and humiliation, is to rant and rave to your entertainment.. when we do this is like we are the jesters entertaining the Kingkong

  5. But I am the one blocked. I am the one who he told me he could not taken MY ego. I am getting very confused. He blew off and left no doors open this time and called me the worst things possible. He is the one who has given me a super sustained ignoring face. I am not sure its any kind of silent treatment as much he is now fully and totally ignoring me. I am starting to think I am far more of a narc than him, or, the sheer depth of my hurt made me crazy enough to look lile him. I can’t tell anymore. Doesn’t matter as despite what you say, you do discard for good, or I am now ignored for good. I have been completely discarded, ignored, erased, dissappeared. Ignored. He ‘warned me’ and now I am in full and complete ignored status. Maybe I am the narc. Or we both are. I have confirmation for his egomania and vanity from a third party, but maybe I am a narc of some sort, too and we just are identical mirrors to each other and why this all went this way. Its so, so confusing how this ended up. Compared to how it started, I do not even recognize these dynamics anymore. Its for the best if I have being fully and totally ignored for good. But still, I wonder who is who now. Maybe he flipped to the empath and me the narc. And isnt the advice to ignore and the web teaching that we are better than narcs make us act all superior, too?!? Have I been so influenced by the web healing discourse, that it turned me into someone just like him?!? Acting superior, better than him, smarter, all the qualities he tried to tell me I wasnt? How did this get passed back and forth? Or did it?

    1. @Sarabella,
      I can understand your confusion. I’ve been there before. You are not the narcissist. My narc family did something similar to me right after I moved abroad. It was a long ST (almost two years). One of them sent me a three page fax telling me the worst things possible (“Projection”) and then all of them ignored me completely as if I did not exist anymore. They did not reply to any of my emails and did not want to talk to me on the phone either. It was surreal. But then one day they needed something from me (Residual Benefits!). They contacted me as if nothing had happened (!). Eventually, I stopped playing their game and went No Contact. This was several years ago. One of them still hoovers me once in a while because of my Residual Benefits but I ignore him. Your narc will come back if/when he needs something from you (fuel or some benefits).
      The ST is passive-aggressive behaviour. People with Cluster B disorders use the ST to get (Thought) Fuel or to punish you. It is abuse.
      Ignoring a narcissist **to protect ourselves** is not a form of aggression. Lying to someone who might do something dangerous to you does not make you a Pathological Liar. It is our right to protect ourselves from abusive people. You are not the abuser, Sarabella.

      1. My family wasn’t so overt but the behaviors of most of them was they werendoing their life and didn’t seem to care at all about my life. Once, I hadn’t seen my mother in years and i had to make a point of asking her to visit. Another time, she didn’t like my life style (not rich enough) and made excuses to not travel while she then traveled to my sister for years. Now, narc mother lost husband and son in a year. Suddenly, she misses me. I am like wow. Really? I am the one ignoring her emails. What can I say? I have said things before and they changed nothing. So now, I am just staying silent only it doesn’t feel like a ST. It feels like what is the point going back to a relationship that meant little to her and only is if interest as her world has gotten smaller? Its hard to not fall in to the guilt and co dependence for the aging narc. 🙁

        About the other one, he is not going to come back, neither for fuel or anything. He really isn’t. He has no motivation to as he knows I know what he is, called him a fraud and liar. He has no game but his game as he is not even barely authentic with me, even for pretend. He became extremely volatile, full of fury and nothing but contempt. He has lots of fuel options so I am not of any value. Like I was of no value to narc mother until she has become really alone. Now she is moving in to the poor helpless grieving narc mode. Before it was I am too good for you, too many better ways to spend my time, money and life, now its, poor me, so alone, never been on my own ever, I miss you and want your daughter. And she can’t have her. I won’t allow it.

        But it took decades for this reversal of her strategy. NarcFriendLover has no such need of me. As HG has said we are easily forgotten if conditions are right and they are for he and I.

    2. It’s just projection. Anytime a narc accuses you of being something that you know HE is, take it with a grain of salt. It’s a standard form of manipulation and in my experience, almost always false. Never forget that they can lie as easily as breathing and they use keeping you off balance and self-doubting to protect themselves from having to hear unwanted truths about themselves from you. Anytime you fear you may be a narcissist, here’s a simple test. Do you feel empathy for other people/ animals when they are hurt, distressed or in pain? If you do, you are not and never will never be a narcissist.

      1. I really needed to hear that today. That it is projection when you are accused of being a negative way when you are just trying to get an answer on something. I pulled back relatively quickly. But it is so easy to forget in the heat of the moment with them.

      2. Sometimes, it is still hard to fathom the depths to which they will go. They have no internal mirror, onky external. Or they would hear how insane they sound and behave. His ego is massive. So of course he would be talking about himself…

  6. The moral of this story is to take personal responsibility for everything. Don’t shirk what you signed up for. Don’t blame anyone when it feels too much.
    Don’t jump into relationships. Get rid of your own co dependence first. Then you can tell these buggars to fuck off when they try to sucker you.

    1. Hi EmoD, Children’s stories are unsettling at best, although they are often helpful in assisting children to deal with their ‘fears’.
      So, as empaths, a line of empath ‘tales’ may be viable and could prove therapeutic. Dealing with our fears and all that.
      Hey, HG; your thoughts?

  7. Your imagination is amazing. You need to develop a series of children’s books. You can call the series “Stay Safe Little Super Empath” then have the title on each book. I would’ve bought every single one of them for my daughter! Great bedtime stories.

    1. Hey claudinelonget, I was thinking the same when reading – that HG could have a line of empath (children’s) stories. Only narcs and empaths get it and clearly we are victimized as children. Love title your chose for genre ‘stay safe little empath’.
      The golden period is spun, all BS.

  8. Amazing! Well, I also went to the castle library called ‘Amazon’ and just finished “Chained “. Although I know you are used to it Mr Tudor ( I can see people telling you this all the time) I feel the need to thank you once again for all your hard work and help. I can only hope that I would be able to apply the acquired knowledge when the time comes.

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