I like it when you are lonely. That is my favourite place for you. When we first meet if you make mention of feeling lonely, or send a self-pitying tweet decrying your loneliness then I am straight on to you. You may as well have taken a knife to your chest, slit it open and shouted, “Come and get me.” Those in a state of loneliness are massively susceptible to my overtures when I decide to engulf you in my bombardment of flattery and zealous appreciation. Those who have tired of their single status and wallowing in solitary confinement seize on this interest of mine. The red flags may be fluttering but you never see them or if you do, you think “how pretty”.

I may make you feel wanted and special but all I am doing is moving you. I am transporting you from loneliness in the real world to isolated splendour in my false reality. Once I have positioned you there I shall busy myself cutting you off from family, friends and acquaintances. You will readily go along with my fabricated denigrations of people you once held dear and who you saw regularly. You want more of the sugar that I am pouring on you. To do that you need to spend more time with me and thus less with anyone else. It is hardly a sacrifice though is it? Any dissenting voices are marginalised by cleverly constructed smear campaigns against these people (watch out – that campaign will be used against you in the not too distant future). You are an eager co-conspirator happy to discard these people (how can you be so callous?) with the repeated promise and reward of more of my intoxicating attention.

Once all those ties have been cut you are mine. You are dependent on me for everything. You have nobody to turn to and thus your focus will always be on me. As you try harder to please me, the realisation of your isolation becomes all the more apparent. You can feel the tendrils of loneliness wrapping around you once again. I know you will feel this and I know you will do all the more to cling onto me, your life raft, your beacon of hope in the wilderness. Anything to avoid being left alone. I am afraid it is too late. Your isolation was sealed the moment you listened to me. You are so alone nobody can hear you scream.

10 thoughts on “Lonely

  1. Blondie says:

    HG ..why would a narsissisit constantly imply he was lonely. Thanks

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Seek sympathy which is fuel.

      1. Blondie says:

        Many thanks

  2. 2leelee says:

    This is also what Bulling is like. Smear campaign done, it happens to kids in schools, neighbors do it to other neighbors, the click game. It is all about leaving Target person isolated & lonely. Very cruel to do this & narcs. feed off of this nasty power.

  3. snarkandgrace says:

    HG, how does a narcissist “register” loneliness? Is that something you deal with, or does it just basically equal “low fuel” and prompt you to find new/better sources. I wonder if your boredom with a source is at all akin loneliness. Does that make sense?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      No boredom does not equate to loneliness. I do not feel loneliness.

  4. NP says:

    Totally weird, I know you are writing from a S.O perspective, but I now know that my N mom and N sister did this to me, in a very clever way….

  5. Mb says:

    Oh my gosh.

  6. Being alone is less lonely than being left alone with a narcissist!

  7. Windstorm2 says:

    This one gives me chills. I hurt inside for all the people trapped like this who are miserable and clueless what to do.

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