Shoot You Down


A plaintive wail which I often hear is along the lines of,

“Why do you always have to shoot me down? I give you everything you could ever want. Why can’t you just be happy with that?”

As usual you delude yourself with such a statement. You do not give me everything I could ever want. You think that you do, but that is the self-centredness that you often exhibit creeping in once again. You certainly care, I will grant you that, but you make the mistake of assuming what you do is what we want. What we want is fuel. I know what comes next.

“I always told you how much I loved you, I admired and complimented you often and frequently. How much more could I make you feel good about yourself?”

Therein lies the problem. No matter how good your intentions and how frequent your worship of me, my kind and me will always grow tired of it. We have heard your kind words and seen your appreciative gestures too many times and it, well, it just does not do it for us anymore. I am sure that you emotionally in touch people would be the first to complain if a long established partner engages in the same routine in the bedroom. It does not hit the spot anymore does it? Well, it is just the same for us. You may ultimately accept that things cool somewhat in the bedroom and I know from what I have seen and heard that you trade this passion off (although not always, there are some sexual thrill seekers amongst your kind) for other qualities that you find attractive – humour, companionship, security, warmth, good parental skills, intelligence and such like. There is no hope for any such trade with us. We only want one thing from our relationship. Fuel. We do not care (ultimately) how good-looking you are, how much of a whore you are between the sheets, how wonderful a mother you may be, what a raconteur you are or how much you earn. We will never accept those things or anything else as a substitute for fuel. True enough, the more aged of our kind sometimes accept these things when their need for fuel diminishes but that need never goes away. They may decide to accept these attributes alongside largely positive fuel, but they will still need to stir things up from time to time.

That is not going to happen with me. I am at the peak of my powers and therefore my need for fuel remains substantial. There can be no substitute for it at all and nor can there be any co-existence between the provision of fuel and other attributes. It is fuel or nothing. In order to achieve this I have to shoot you down because once that is done you start to flow with the potent negative fuel and my cravings start to be addressed. You can beg and plead with me, you can point out how you will always only ever have eyes for me, you can express your love, desire, adoration and admiration on an hourly basis but there comes a point when it just does not have that sweetness anymore. It is then that I pull the handgun from my jacket, attach the silencer and fire several vitriolic bullets into you. Your pain from these wounding bullets gives me the fuel that I need and therefore your shooting is necessary. Moreover, it is your punishment for letting me down. You really ought to be capable of pleasing me the whole time but so far, all that I have chosen have failed. That is why I now expect you to fail and have that gun to hand at all times.

When I shoot you down, I become more powerful as the fuel flows from you. Moreover, it is easy to get someone to admire and adore. Those reactions come naturally to your kind. It is far harder to extract tears, anger, frustration and regret from the empath. Managing to do so imbues your emotional reaction with greater potency, your fuel becomes supercharged and this is what we want. We cannot shoot you down from the beginning, we need you stood on a pedestal first, after all, you present as such an inviting target then and your toppling as the bullets slam into you becomes all the more satisfying.

I sense your dismay as you read this. You had hoped that by keeping me sweet and onside through a dazzling and tireless display of love, affection and admiration you had hoped to avoid such an attack. Your concerns should not be absolute. There is an upside you know. Firstly, when we find someone else after we have shot you down, keep in mind they will eventually be riddled with bullet holes no matter how happy we both appear at first. It is coming to them as it came to you. I am sure that makes you feel a little better doesn’t it? Secondly, there is a huge saving grace.

We never shoot you dead.

We need you alive so we can raise you up again as we re-load.

17 thoughts on “Shoot You Down

  1. Claire says:

    Seems to me that fuel=drama

  2. Wounded says:

    So I am a little (actually very) wary right now. My former boss is a narc, but no longer with the company as of last year. Our new boss just transferred and in a casual conversation another manager mentioned she heard the narc was a good boss although she had never met him. I was unsettled by this (why bring him up if she never met him? And to me, the escapee no less). After my consult with HG I realize I’ve been subjected to multiple Hoovers but still feel like I’m being a little paranoid. Any thoughts?

  3. Bubbles 🍾 says:

    Dear Mr Tudor,
    After my comments today about feeling strong and positive and forging ahead . I had two situations arise today … not with the weasel … but with two separate friends. I was trying to be assertive and deal with issues at hand …. … I tried to stand up for myself …. but it ended in them trying to put me down both times.. I ended up in tears!

    I hate everyone
    What is happening
    I feel like I’m back at square one
    Can you please help me …I feel like I’m not me anymore .. Mr Bubbles is worried for me


    1. HG Tudor says:

      I can address the situation indeed.

      1. Bubbles🍾 says:

        Dear Mr Tudor,
        Thankyou kindly. Have you written anything on this, if not, is there a chance there could be something in the pipeline at some stage ?
        I think we would all find it helpful! Many thanks

        1. HG Tudor says:

          On what?

      2. Bubbles🍾 says:

        “On what?”
        Hmmmm… it’s the emotional roller coaster ride we empaths have… seeing through a different lens after narc abuse, hating everyone, trusting no one… the fear of being caught out again, our Achilles heel being attacked again, set backs, feeling strong one minute weak the next, always being vulnerable.. I feel safe on your blog because we are all in the same boat swimming to survive, yet we have to go out where there’s people and bammmmm… full exposure and being taken off guard and feeling it’s back to the beginning again and that I failed “seizing the power” … it’s not that easy! Of course, I’m trying my damndest but it’s harder than you think … it’s a cruel world out there …. narcs everywhere and so I feel safest within my 4 walls.

        Your strictness, bluntness and directness helps us get back on track, …. I don’t know … I thought you maybe had some 10 step plan that we could follow … we need that ….. it’s encouraging. I know from your blog,” strong ” females have been caught up again and again and again. I’m a softie and bruise easy, so what hope do I have?
        I’m was wondering if others feel the same as me.

        Many thanks

    2. K says:

      I am so sorry, Bubbles!

      If I were there, I would punch holes in their constructs and make them cry (if they are midrangers) or ignite their fury (if they are lessers).

      I will add them on to my list for The Jackal, in the meantime don’t engage with them and make yourself a nice cup of tea or have a shot of something strong. Grade A bastards! All of them!!

      I liked your stilettos comment and I hate everyone too!

      1. Bubbles🍾 says:

        Dearest K,
        Awwwwwww…. K, you’re always there for me …. thank you gorgeous… you’re the sweetiest of sweets, your reply made me laugh, means heaps… 😘
        Ps .. both were male ….. one is a ….poor hard done by, what about me it isn’t fair, mid ranger and the other definitely a greater.
        The Jackal will be busy! Go the greater first! Haha

      2. K says:

        Awww….thank you, Bubbles! I am here for you and I am happy that I was able to make you laugh, sometimes laughter helps out in a time of crisis.

        Typical midranger, woe is I…boo hoo hoo. Big baby! Don’t worry, The Jackal is on it, and I have moved the Greater ahead of The Weasel. it is all good.

  4. Wounded says:

    An excellent thing to keep in mind when ET kicks in. A comment that someone once told me… looking down the barrel of a shotgun.

  5. DoForLuv says:

    So dark !! Gave me chills , but understandable your “ kind “ walks an “ I “ path and my kind an “We” path . But in a way your kind is way more busy with everyone around you but not for inner growth “ long term “ just for the fuel moment . And we are more busy with ourselves long term growth ..

  6. Monet McIntyre says:

    Brilliant 👍😘😜

  7. Bubbles🍾 says:

    Dear Mr Tudor,
    Not on your Nellie…. not this little black duck…. 😂

    I reckon that’s why the weasel ran …. . he couldn’t handle me .. stand up and fight like a man, you pithy weak coward man child with no backbone

    Ps .. Mr Bubbles and I have known each other for over 50 years and there’s nothing routine or boring about us … I keep him on his toes so much, I’m thinking of buying him stilettos 👠 😂

    Excellent article as always Mr Tudor, except your talk of guns all the time is quite concerning ! 😱

    1. sarabella says:

      Yeah, nothing boring about me. Though I wonder, and its not something I have seen HG mention, what if you are constanty a high source of fuel for the narc, but it no longer has any of the sexual innuendo and play anymore? I think that he got tons of emotional fuel, but he was no longer going to get any of the sexual flirting fuel. And that is I think what got boring for him. Unless he put any energy in to returning to the Golden Period, I wasn’t going to reward him by titilating him anymore. That how it concluded a few years ago. But he got the fight in me, big time. And he could not handle me at all. He was a coward and a bully when he thought he controled it all or was trying to control it all.

  8. Ugotit says:

    This is what I still don’t get what the f narcs actually want u say she let u down but how what was she supposed to do act like a histrionic lunatic all the time don’t get it

  9. Twilight says:

    Every time I see this picture I have to wonder…HG have you ever seen this view?

    I have, I also know what my thought was in the moment.

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