You’d Better
What goes through the mind of the Lesser Narcissist when he has decided that he must respond with regards to some transgressor, some traitor, some disloyal appliance which has affronted him in some way? What are his thoughts as he bears down on the one who now represents everything that he despises? Whether they have escaped him, exposed him, challenged him or some other capital crime against the Lesser Narc Empire, what is his response? This is a glimpse inside to understand what is his mind-set.
You’d better fucking get in line you bitch because you’ve messed with the wrong marine. You’d better get your backside back where it belongs and do as you are told. You’d better shut your hole, open your legs and give me what is my right. You’d better keep your mouth shut otherwise I will shut it for you. You’d better not go crying to your brothers or I will beat the shit out of them too. You’d better get back to our home and you’d better be there by the time I get back, do you hear me? You’d better listen to me and you’d better listen good, I own you, you are mine and if you so much as think of ratting on me, I will make your life not worth living.
You’d better understand that I wear the trousers around here and the sooner you get used to that, then the easier it is going to be. You’d better not start letting your mouth flap to people and telling lies about me, you know what happened last time you did that. You’d better do as you are told because it is for your own good, yeah? You’d better get back here and do it straight away, do you hear me? You’d better have a good excuse for what you’ve done, I am sick of you not doing what I want. You’d better learn your place missy.
You’d better get this house tidied. You’d better have my dinner ready. You’d better have some money for me for my beers. You’d better not have eaten my do-nuts. You’d better get that damn child of yours to shut up so I can watch the game in peace. You’d better dress pretty for me. You’d better stop dressing like a whore. You’d better stop talking to the neighbour ‘cos I know what’s going on, I’m not stupid.
You’d better stop with those long words you use, thinking you are all clever and mighty. You’d better forget any idea of going back to school, you belong here with me. You’d better remember whose side you are on. You’d better remember who looks after you. You’d better remember that if it was not for me, you’d still be living in that shit hole with no money. You’d better not be taking the piss out of me. You’d better not call me stupid. You’d better not treat me like a fool. You’d better stop with those ideas, you won’t be anything. You’d better stop trying to better yourself. You’d better stay with me.
You’d better stay away from her, she is trouble I tell you. You’d better tell your mother to shut her mouth, who does she think she is talking to me like that? You’d better give it me or I will just take it anyway. You’d better stop making things up. You’d better leave me alone, can’t you see I am tired. You’d better stop your moaning, I will get a job when I want to. You’d better stop your nagging or I will make you stop. You’d better stop going about your needs, I am sick of you being selfish.
You’d better give me a baby soon or I am finding someone who will. You’d better get rid of it because I sure as hell don’t want no kid. You’d better go to the clinic. You’d better be in when I get home or there will be hell to pay. You’d better have it fixed or else. You’d better stay out of my way because I am this far from beating you down. You’d better stop taking his side. You’d better believe me when I tell you I didn’t do nothing.
You’d better not call the cops. You’d better not say anything. You’d better tell them the truth and that you made a mistake. You’d better tell them I was here all night. You’d better not touch my phone. You’d better let me see your ‘phone. You’d better not complain. You’d better not moan. You’d better give it to me or I will just do it anyway. You’d better get a new one then. You’d better pass me a beer. You’d better find me some money. You’d better get off my case. You’d better clean this place, it’s a shit hole. You’d better get off your fat ass and do some work.
You’d better run back home or I will come and drag you back. You’d better tell your father to keep his nose out or I will break it. You’d better answer me. You’d better pick up. You’d better open this fucking door or I swear I will kick it down. You’d better not be seeing nobody else. You’d better be in by ten. You’d better not be flirting with him or I will kill you both. You’d better stop going out. You’d better stay in. You’d better do what I want. You’d better know what I mean. You’d better not make me repeat myself.
You’d better wipe it up and get on with it. You’d better pretend everything is alright. You’d better make sure he is gone when I get home from the yard. You’d better not have those kids there. You’d better ring your mom and tell her you are fine. You’d better get used to it because that’s the way it is. You’d better enjoy yourself. You’d better smile. You’d better stop that crying. You’d better show you like it. You’d better show me that you care. You’d better do it right this time. You’d better get on with it.
You’d better start showing me some respect. You’d better realise that I am the boss. You’d better start earning your keep. You’d better stop complaining. You’d better shit or get off the pot. You’d better show me that you love me. You’d better stop being jealous. You’d better realise they’re my friends. You’d better stop being such a pain in the ass. You’d better stop trying to be better than you are. You’d better remember where you come from. You’d better get with the programme. You’d better do it my way or get the fuck out. You’d better stop this. You’d better quit messing around. You’d better suck it and suck it good. You’d better have something I like to eat. You’d better not have made any of that foreign rubbish. You’d better have paid the bills. You’d better not have used my car. You’d better not have let her in. You’d better not have spoken against me.
You’d better let me do it or I will find someone who will. You’d better put out for me. You’d better take it and not cry. You’d better quit asking. You’d better know what I meant. You’d better stop trying to confuse me. You’d better stop blaming me when it’s your fault. You’d better get out of my way. You’d better see that you do. You’d better tell him what’s going to happen if he keeps doing that. You’d better be a good mother. You’d better start taking better care of me. You’d better smile.
You’d better get me something for this headache. You’d better quit your backchat. You’d better make this pain go away. You’d better sort this mess out. You’d better take the day off work to look after me. You’d better get your mom to have those damn kids. You’d better give me some peace. You’d better stay home and help me. You’d better go and find someone who can help. You’d better get it fixed. You’d better deal with it. You’d better sort it out. You’d better not have done. You’d better not have fucked it up.
You’d better realise I can do what I want. You’d better know you can’t stop me. You’d better understand I call the shots round here. You’d better do what’s right or else. You’d better know who is the boss.
You’d better stop being a bitch. You’d better keep your legs shut. You’d better be a man. You’d better stop being a pussy. You’d better be there. You’d better be here. You’d better be nowhere I can find you.
You’d better make things good again. You’d better be waiting for me. You’d better not be going to your parents. You’d better not be telling tales about me. You’d better not be ringing the police. You’d better not be grassing me up to them. You’d better get back home right away if you know what’s right for you.
You’d better do what I fucking well want.
You’d better shut the fuck up. Now.
You’d better.
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Lessers are like cavemen lol!
u wish are you for real lol
Oh, I do recognise some of this mindset from my narc. The brutality of his innermost core. On the outside he was polished, successful and intelligent though, even though he wasn’t an intellectual at all. He liked to surround himself with positive energy, or that’s what he always said, and I used to find this hilarious since I’ve never met someone as aggressive and negative. Full of emotions on the negative scale; anger, jealousy, hate, like any narc I guess, but his aggressiveness was all over the place, boiling, and combined with stress at work and alcohol its effects were devastating to his environment; I learned to tiptoe around early on, emotionally terrified. He could easily inflict so much pain on me. He was a brute at heart.
I never got the feeling so much that he thought I should act or feel a certain way though (which he of course did), but with him it was more a matter of telling me clearly what I’d done and how I felt, stating it, deciding for me, even in situations that were not argumentative he manipulated me this way. I was his appliance and at any given moment he thought he knew everything about me in his absurd way. Trying to tell him otherwise was a waste of my time, and his bullying anger erupted easily then.
But passive aggression was his means of punishment most of the times. Silent treatments, talking to me though never answering my questions, never ever communicating in an honest and upfront way, escaping all accountability that way. The one time he got physically violent with me, I think he almost fared worse from it afterwards than I did. Because he never saw himself as a man who physically abused women, it gave him an awful look at his own abyss I think. But in accordance with his defence mechanisms of course he wasn’t to blame even then, and he tried in a horrible way to justify the abuse, distinguishing between what’s abuse and what isn’t. So trying to strangle someone in a sadistic way, biting her in the face, dragging her around the floor in her hair, slapping her, is not physical abuse according to him. I didn’t end up in hospital so I was not abused according to his thwarted logic.
So, well, I guess mine was a Lesser. But still he was very aware of his manipulative ways when angered, he nursed affronts to his person for years, sought revenge in all possible ways, planned and schemed for all eternity, thinking he was entitled to it after some imaginary slight.
‘ You talkin’ to me ?…’
Well, there ain’t nobody else here.
I FEEL MY tenperature….rising…
Good grief and I thought a mid range was a headache!!
That lesser narc attitude sounds like the way the plantation owners treated the black slaves back in the 1800s when slavery was legal.
That about sums it all up. Lessers are repulsive and vile human beings.
I have a hard time understanding how lessers can seduce women. I know many of us have been entangled with them – and I can certainly see if you were born into relationships with them, but how are they appealing when you meet them?
Take for instance the Upper Lesser, WS2. He has some localised success, will be well-off financially, is known around town, will have hangers-on, be able to use the money to look good, buy gifts etc. The illusion during seduction will look rather good to certain people and that is how they ensnare certain people.
How about the Middle Lesser – he is a bit of a rough diamond, knows how to handle himself, he does some work perhaps on and off because he does what he wants not what ‘The Man’ tells him to do, unreconstructed man some might say a man’s man, knows what he likes and tells the rest to get fucked, that single-mindedness will appeal to particular people. The dark side is kept under control and whilst there is no charm involved, the picture I have just painted will appeal to certain individuals.
Then the Lower Lesser – he is a loser, doesn’t work but he cannot help it if his back has gone or other people have taken against him just because he stood his ground, disheveled and rather useless but with the right person he could brush up rather well couldn’t he? He could be put on the right track and helped out and make something of himself, yes? That will also appeal to another set of people.
Thank you for your descriptive explanation, HG. We are all different types of people and attracted to different things, and as they say, “There’s somebody for everyone.” I very much doubt if many of my compatriots here would have been attracted to my exhusband. They’d probably look at him and wonder the same thing I think about lessers! Lol!
HG,
Are lessers usually more physically abusive than mid range and greaters? From what you have written about the lesser it seems like is some type of primitive caveman. Almost as if he is the stereotypical abusive person that you see in most movies. I noticed the different mindset from your writings about the “you should” and “you better”. The “you better” seems more of a direct threat, where the “you should” seems more cowardly. The mid range seems more intelligent but more cowardly and frightened in his delivery using the word “should” while the lesser seems stupid and blunt, “you better” like that of a grunting caveman. What is the underlying cause for the difference in these types of narcissists?
As a whole, yes they are. Your differentiation is accurate. The underlying causes concern cognitive function, awareness and self-control.
I was going to ask the same thing, windstorm. It’s almost like they’re just douche canoes…do they even give a golden love bombing? Are they capable of such?
WS2
My lesser family was so bad that my ULN looked good; he was less violent than my family.
Thank you K for your answer. I can u defstand that.
My pleasure, WS2!
A Lesser Divorce:
The first wife of Texas Shooter, Devin Kelley, divorced him while he was confined by the Air Force (for domestic assault) and she was awarded the couple’s only valuable items: A TV, an Xbox, a wedding ring and a revolver (of course).
Texas Massacre:
Devin Kelley was wounded (criticized) during a domestic dispute with his MIL (second marriage), this ignited his fury, so he used it as a weapon (explosive fury) to heal the wound in his construct, so he grabbed some guns and shot 26 people at church on Sunday, fourteen of whom were children. His MIL attended the church but was not there on the day of the shooting.