The 5 Wants of the Narcissist
- I want your fuel
I want your fuel. I want it all and I want it from you, him, her, them and especially you. I want it from the moment I rise until the moment I am embraced by slumber. I want it pouring over me, potent and plenty, gushing from you. I want your positive fuel, the joy, the adoration, the love, the passion and the praise. I want your negative fuel, the hatred, the anger, the tears and the fear. Pour it over me, immerse me in that edifying, invigorating and sustaining fuel. There is never enough and I want to keep on experiencing the surge as your fuel increases the flames inside me, burning and rising, powering me as I blaze a trail through all that `I do. I want your fuel now, tomorrow and always.
- I want to engulf you
I am immense, a giant, a prince amongst men, a behemoth that moves with ease and purpose about the earth. I want to subsume you into me, ensuring that there is no trace of you left as I fully integrate you into what I am. I want my tendrils to reach out to you, feeling their way towards the fuel vapours that emanate from you, their probing senses tracking you down. I want them to coil about you and pull you towards me, binding you to me until steadily I suck you into my world and into my false reality. I want you hooked up, connected, locked-in, attached and embedded as little by little I consume you and encompass you with my greatness. You will not resist for the elation and delight that you experience as this process happens is irresistible. I want to own you, I want you to become part of me, I want there to be no start to you and any end to me.
- I want to be the one
I want to be the one that you think of all of the time. I want you to be the person that you orbit around, your sun, your centre of the universe. I want to be the one that is recognised for my greatness, for my brilliance and my achievements. I do not care that I have exaggerated them or stolen them from others whom I have brushed against, stripping away facets of their character to add to my own. I have no care for that. All I care is that I am the one towards whom heads turn when I enter a room. I am the one who is applauded. I want to be the one who leads, conquers and smites. The destroyer of worlds, the creator of new ones, a god. I want to be the one whose power radiates from him so that is tangible to all those who look upon me. I want to be the one who shocks and awes. I want to be the one who does. I want to be the one who rules, who presides and who dictates. I want to be the one you rely on, turn to and devote yourself too. I want to be the one who is credited for all successes, I want to be the one who is your alpha and your omega, your first thought and your last thought. I want to be the one whose name you utter with your dying breath.
- I want your essence
I am the stealer of souls, the charlatan that comes and with sugar-coated promises and offers you the world in exchange for your very essence. You never realise that this is the cost of this transaction but I want to suck the essence from within you, drain you of it and consume it for myself. I want to leave you a broken, dried out husk. I want your essence to fill the gaping hole that endures inside of me. I want that sweet, wonderful essence to flow through me, easing the pain, soothing the fevered freneticism and bring comfort and relief. Like a purifying river, I want your essence to course through me, sweeping away the disease that riddles me. I want your essence to wipe away the dirt, remove the smears and eradicate the stains. I know I flirt with all kinds of dirt, but your essence will save me from such temptation. That is why I want it.
- I want it to stop
Or do I?
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“I want it to stop”…….I wanted to post this poem, which I thought of when I read this article….. but I was away from home and not able to do so……hence the delay……
Rest Only In The Grave – James Clarence Mangan (1803-1849)
I rode till I reached the House of Wealth –
‘Twas filled with riot and blighted health,
I rode till I reached the House of Love –
‘Twas vocal with sighs beneath and above!
I rode till I reached the House of Sin –
There were shrieks and curses without and within,
I rode till I reached the House of Toil –
Its inmates had nothing to bake or boil,
I rode in search of the House of Content
But never could reach it, far as I went!
The House of Quiet, for strong and weak
And poor and rich, I have still to seek –
That House is narrow, and dark, and small
But the only Peaceful House of all.
I found a book of Irish verse within the belongings of a person that is now deceased….. a person that I had a relationship with……I have no doubt that the positioned bookmark which highlighted me to this poem, within the book, was no coincidence……this individual was a narc and was more than likely intelligent enough to know it……..Diva
That speaks volumes! Thank you for sharing it, Diva.
in one way it is beautiful..in the other way the evil…..i am right we dont need the N to be happy ..to be complet..they need us ..without us they are nothing..they are empty.
who is the greatest?
of course not the N
“I want it to stop.” I can’t help thinking that as you are so controlling in nature, of your own environment and fuel supplies, that it must not sit easy with you, that you are completely dependent on others to fulfil your needs for existing. I think that dependency is something you would like to stop. I would go as far as saying that when you get to a stage whereby you feel too dependent on someone, that is when you flick the devaluation discard switch, that is when the abyss appears and all that goes with it. I believe you struggle with that dependency……however you don’t want to lose that person……but nor do you want to entertain them or be around them at this moment in time……so you wean yourself off the dependency by going to feed off someone else…..just staying long enough to get your fix, but ensuring you do not get attached or too dependent on just the one person at any one time, as that would be akin to assisted suicide. I could well be talking rubbish…….it’s very late…….Diva
Diva, what you said makes sense to me. My narc likes to keep all of his relationships superficial. I think I got too close and it scared him. That’s when he pulled away and shelved me.
Hi Phoenixrising……yes I can relate to what you said. I practically saw what you describe etched on the midrange narcs face whilst I was very much in the golden period…….(although I call it bronze because he was really tight and cheap.) It was confusion, fright and anxiety masked with a smile…..I can still visualise it…….it perplexed me at the time but I can see through it now……Diva
Diva: Sounds like a good explanation to me! (I talk rubbish too the later it gets. I shouldn’t type when I’m sleepy, and/or been drinking! ) 😛
Sounds very probable to me
You want “Endymion”…..over an over an over.
I have plenty of fire extinguishers….but I am going to let you burn in your own flames…
Your generosity is overwhelming.
😂
I want to see legislation passed to stop these fraudsters. HG, if a person with npd knew that their actions could result in criminal charges would that force them to change? I am sure the lesser and mid couldn’t identify with this story.
Mischele Lewis Story ‘ Dateline’s “The Mystery Man”
After learning the man she loved was an international con man with a roster of ex-wives and children, New Jersey nurse Mischele Lewis did all she could—including launching her own sting operation—to put him in jail. It worked. Lewis’ former fiancé pleaded guilty to scamming her, and faces three years in prison when he’s sentenced next month.
But Lewis doesn’t think that’s enough. She wanted him prosecuted for a sex crime, based on the controversial legal theory that his scam amounted to sexual assault. That approach didn’t hold up in court, so she’s taken her quest to the state capital, where she’s teamed up with a local lawmaker to try to make New Jersey one of the few places to make it illegal to dupe someone into having sex.
“I want to give society more of a chance to feel safe from predators like him,” Lewis said.
That mission has thrown her into a heated, decades-old debate over the evolution of rape law and what it means to have sex without consent. If she succeeds, and New Jersey passes a law putting “sex assault by deception” in the criminal code, it could be a watershed for advocates who believe America needs to do more to protect victims who feel they’ve been sexually violated.
But critics argue that such a law could spark a legal free-for-all in which age-old seduction strategies—the traveling salesman slipping off his wedding ring for a night of skirt-chasing, the broke bachelor boasting of false riches to woo a date—become potential felonies.
“The biggest problem at the heart of this dilemma is drawing the line,” said Patricia Falk, a professor at the Cleveland-Marshall College of Law who favors criminalizing sexual assault by fraud. “How far down the road toward these kinds of lies should a criminal lie extend?”
Troy Singleton, the New Jersey assemblyman who drafted the bill, said he was inspired to act after reading about Lewis in his local newspaper last year, after she snared her fiancé, William Allen Jordan, in a homespun sting. “I was intrigued by this story,” Singleton said.
Excerpt from NBC article. I bet the Bill was D.O.A.
Not an unreasonable demand lol actually this really sucks it’s like trying to appease a toddler having a temper tantrum
He always asks me to stop, all the time, like I was the one causing him so much grief and pain.
It kills me to think about it, but that Bastard got it all! # 5: Your kind are hard wired to be narcissists so I don’t think you could stop even if you wanted and I think you seem content with who you are. So carry on.
I want it to stop
Or do I?
No, I don’t believe you do. You have said time and time again that you wouldn’t want to change your life for anything.
He’s toying with us, making us believe there is a chance of fixing him, just to draw more fuel from us. 😩
HG has said he only draws fuel from his personal life and not from the blog. I think he is happy in his life, he was just demonstrating how narcs gaslight (that is what I got from it anyway, I could be wrong).
You’re probably right Robin 🙂
If I am, it doesn’t happen often! 😄😜
Ank,
H.G. is a narc, do you think he’s future faking 😊
You want our essence, like a vampire wants blood, needs blood to exist. You need our essence to exist.
I have always thought that WE can live a wonderful life without them, but they cannot live without us. (and WE are the weak ones?) Hmmm