Shut Up!

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I think I have said enough. I wish you would think the same. You have never shut up asking me about my day at work as I try to watch the sport on television. On and on you have gone asking question after question. It makes me wonder why you are so bloody interested. Fishing for something are you? Trying to catch me out? You won’t do that. I am cleverer than you. Much cleverer. What I do at work is nothing to do with you and you won’t find out about my plans there until such time as I decide that you should know. And it isn’t time, so I wish you would just be quiet and let me watch this game. You keep on going, talking over my television viewing which tells me that you regard my viewing experience as unimportant and that tells me you obviously think I am not important and you really ought to know by now that I am important. I hate you doing this. I can feel the burning from your selfish and treacherous action and it is paining me, but I know what to do. I know how to stop this pain and believe me I am going to do it and do it now.

You never know when to shut up do you? I suppose you think you are being pleasant asking me how my day has been, but you don’t care, you just do it for the sake of appearances, to make you look good, the caring and interested partner. I know your game. I have you worked out, you are a fraud. Yap, yap, yap,like some irritating puppy around my ankles, on and on you go. Just shut up will you? I cannot concentrate with your wasp like buzzing around me.

“How is the new recruit getting on?”

“How is the project developing?”

“Where did you go for that business lunch? Was it good? What did you have to eat? Who was it with?”

Just shut up. No, you are still chattering away. I don’t think you are even waiting for an answer are you? Just asking questions to seem like you are involving me in the conversation when all you are doing is engaging in another of your pointless and egotistical monologues. Do you know how boring you sound? If I wasn’t trying to concentrate on this match I think I would slip into a coma listening to you drone on with your worthless opinions and your anodyne observations.

Just shut up. No? Very well. I will. No, I am not saying anything. I am not even going to nod, shake my head or make an affirmative grunt. Nothing. A total silence.

My goodness me, you have stopped. Perhaps you have remembered that you need to breathe? Ah, excellent you have noticed that I no longer appear to be listening. Believe me, I am listening and I am doing so with considerable attentiveness, because I need to listen to what is coming my way. Let me guess, I think you will lead with “are you listening to me?” any second now and yes, there it is as predicted. I am not going to answer. Go on, repeat the question and true to form you do so. Now I have your attention haven’t I? I can see you from the corner of my eye as I stare at the screen pretending that the figures running around with the ball are more interesting than you. They are not because what you are starting to do is what I am interested in. I can see you leaning forward, trying to catch my eye. I know you are there but I am not going to acknowledge you. Sometimes you throw something towards me to get my attention, usually a cushion. It is not a nasty action,not like when I throw things at you. That reminds me, I must replace that coffee mug which I hurled at you. You were light on your toes that day as it sailed past and smashed against the wall. Anyway, that was last week and this is now and I can hear you asking the question a third time. Will it be the cushion? No, you have chosen to stand up instead. Gosh, you must be looking to assert some authority from the get go.

“I am talking to you.”

I know that you are but I am not answering you but already I can hear the mounting irritation in your voice and already I can feel the flames rising inside of me as they burn away the cold, harsh iciness of your criticism. That pain is already receding.

“Will you answer me please?”

No I will not. I have to turn my head so you do not see my smirk at your attempt to be commanding. It amuses me. I can see your hands move to your hips and I half expect you to stamp the ground with your foot.

“What’s the matter? Why won’t you answer me?”

The voice rises higher, signalling your anxiety and frustration and the flames continue to build inside of me. I maintain the stony faced expression, ink black eyes staring at the screen. I can see the movement on the television but it as if I am watching it from very far away as all that I am concentrating on now is your voice and the continuing delicious flaming sensation that is sweeping across me.

“Why are you not answering me?”

The questions have altered now haven’t they? A switch from your nosiness about my work to you now asking why I have fallen silent. You can keep asking and I know you will. You will go on for some time. You will storm out of the room trying to force a response from me, but your slammed door just keeps the flames burning. You will come back in. you always do. You will return contrite and apologising although you won’t know what you are trying to apologise for. Still, that won’t stop you going through a carousel of reasons in the hope of breaking my silence.

“Did I upset you?”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Did I not listen to you?”

“Did I say something offensive?”

“Please, what did I do wrong?”

“Please will you just talk to me?”

“I hate this. I hate falling out. What is that I have done?”

Every time you ask these questions, the pain and concern in your voice keeps adding to the sense of power that I am feeling. The wound you created has long since closed and now I am savouring the growing power that courses through me. You have no idea what you are doing as you try, as you always do, to make things right. I will stay seated here, not even looking at you. You won’t try and stand in front of me whilst I am watching the television. You will not dare do that or switch it off. You remember what happened last time when you did that don’t you and I know you won’t be in a hurry to experience that again. I can sit and revel in my power over you and you just keep adding to it with your pitiful and plaintive questions. You will try to find out what is wrong, you will blame yourself next and start to apologise as you scramble to guess what it is that you have done wrong in the hope that you stumble on the right subject matter and make things right. But you will fail. Then you move on to trying to bribe me into speaking to you, suggesting we go out, or my friends come round for drinks tomorrow night or that you will cook me something special. Keep at it, I won’t respond. I will not even look at you. You are completely invisible to me as far as you are concerned.

I wonder how long I will maintain this silence with you? You haven’t worked out what to do yet, I am pleased to say. You keep on asking, pestering and questioning, driven by your own anxiety that causes you to want to ascertain what has happened and make things right. This means you might break off for half an hour but then you resume, trying a different tack. If all you knew you had to so was do exactly what I am doing and it would stop. Go silent and get on with what you want to do and I will start speaking to you and acknowledging you once again as I consider a different manipulation to use against you to gather my precious fuel. Fortunately, your empathic nature which means you want to understand and you want to fix and heal, will make you hang in there and all the while you provide me with fuel and power me. So long as you do so, so long the silence will continue.

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9 thoughts on “Shut Up!”

  1. I understand this article from both perspectives. There are times when I personally get into a phase and I ask a lot of questions. I seek knowledge, be nosy (at times just for the sake of getting a reaction) – call it what you want, and it will be stored for later referral if I ever need it. Once I have enough/ish I will stop asking and am content, for a while. I become calm, quite, observant, pleasant. The other side is when I’m busy, moods change, stress takes over and I really don’t want to talk to anybody and wish they would shut up and leave me alone so I can think. I get annoyed, frustrated and may lash out. At the lashing out moment I like to distance myself for a while so I don’t eliminate the possibility of return. Based on that internal mood, action, reaction management understanding I have, I sometimes like to accord the same courtesy to others.

  2. Right from the get go this narc has something to hide and thats why he takes something innocent like an interest in his day and gets defensive. Everytime i read this one it reminds me how mean and nasty narcissists can be.

  3. I am truly interested in other people, I much rather talk about them than myself.

    That being said, when I would ask questions out of interest, questions about his family, work, ex-wives, etc, I would be told;

    “Your fucking nosy”….followed up by “it’s a white peoples thing”.

    Eventually just about everything he originally told me when I asked questions, was found out to be a lie. He even told me that his step father was dead, only to find out in a year or so later he was very much alive.

    When I caught him in this bold face lie….he justified it by telling me that his step dad “was dead to him” because of the way he treated his mother.

    All of the wasted time spent caring about his life, that was obviously made up, to suit his purposes to manipulate me.

    All of HG’s posts bring up horrid memories.

      1. I am hoping that I have learned from this blog to know them when I meet them in the future. I had no idea that “others” walked among us. Silly me.

  4. Yet you need constant validation. What if that partner truly is that happy still to see you everyday when you get home and genuinely just wants to hear about your day and connect? How does that turn stale, then leading to that person is a fraud? You seek a sanctuary and may very well have that and you just up and tire of it.

  5. And if she were to actually stop giving a damn and left you alone? What if she were to respond accordingly when you did try to share something about your day; you, reaping what you’ve sown? Would you allow her to be equally disinterested in every last breath of yours? What if you trained her well and now all you’re doing is talking to yourself or ignoring yourself? What would that do to you? What’s your next move? On to a new victim?

    1. My apologies! This was the first article I’d read of yours and after venturing further into your page and listening to two interviews, I’ve already discovered your answers to my inquiry. –elle

  6. If I ever end up again with a man who uses passive aggressive silence as a punishment I’m going to leave him to talk with the plants when his stony silence needs lightening up a bit. I’ll be out the door forevermore with no need to tell him that.

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