For the Sake of Argument
Would you like to know what is going through my mind when we argue? Thought you would.
I do enjoy an argument. I love to start a squabble, a contretemps and escalate it to a quarrel through to an altercation, a fight ! By now I am sure you have realised that the reason I do this is twofold. First, I am provoking an emotional reaction from you which gives me fuel. Secondly, it enables me to put you in your place and control you by being abusive towards you. I keep it within the realms of stinging and barbed verbal abuse but there are those of my brethren who do like to let their fists do the talking. That is not my style but we cannot shy away from the truth of what is being done in the name of “a discussion”.
I know from experience and also from reading numerous comments and observations that you regard arguing with me akin to banging your head against a brick wall. You cannot understand the stance we adopt in an argument. Surely we must recognise that what we are saying makes no sense? Do we not realise that our position lacks logic? I will endeavour to enlighten you. I recognise two types of argument. The first is created by me. The second is created by you. What they both have in common is you are at fault.
In the first type I generate an argument out of nothing. You find this disorienting and confusing. In fact,I will often do this after we have just done something delightful together (throwing you from a height is all the more delicious – see Get Ready To Drop). I will invent some offence (why did you just look at that man across from us, when you did not) or I will seize on something utterly trivial (thanks for taking that last drop (and it was a drop) of the sauvignon blanc). I will level the accusation at you. You will at first be stunned because everything was going swimmingly. You will then be perplexed as my accusation is either untrue or so minor to be negligible. Why is he getting so het up over nothing? Indignance will then rise inside you as your inner self questions whether you are just going to sit and take this unjust accusation. I am shouting at you now and you either run away or fight back. It might go something like this.
“Oh thanks for taking the last of the wine, I wanted that. I have hardly had any.”
“Sorry? There was only a drop left.”
“But you didn’t ask me if I wanted it did you?”
“I didn’t think to, there was just a dribble.”
“You didn’t think? That’s the trouble with you. You never think.”
“Oh come on, besides you’ve had plenty of wine anyway.”
“Are you saying I have a drink problem?”
“Woah, where did that come from?”
“You. You are always doing this. You do something selfish and then turn it into an attack about me. Just because you cannot stand for someone to point out when you have done something wrong.”
“Good God, what are you talking about?”
“That’s it, try to dismiss me when I am making a valid point.”
“I only poured a drop of wine into my glass. It is not big deal. Here, if it troubles you so much, have what is left in my glass.”
“No, it’s too late. The damage is done. You are trying to make light of when I am pointing something out to you.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“Oh I am ridiculous am I, well that’s rich coming from someone who drinks a bottle, at least one, a day.”
“Where do you get that from? No I don’t.”
“Yes you do. I am concerned about your drinking, have you ever considered getting some help?”
And on it goes.
When I start an argument like this I am not interested in proving what I am saying is correct. I am already right in my mind. You should note that ‘right’ and ‘correct’ are not necessarily the same thing. The whole purpose of this type of argument is for me to upset you and turn an otherwise pleasant experience into a horrible one. This is about exerting control so that you become wary about upsetting me. Next time you will always ensure you offer to pour me a glass of wine before tending to yourself for fear of causing an argument. Of course,, the next time I will be arguing about how you took the last profiterole instead even though I had eaten five more than you already.
The second type of argument is where you level a complaint or accusation at me. Invariably what you say is correct and you have valid grounds for raising it. You will also do so in a calm and level-headed fashion because that is your style. When you do this I do not hear what you are actually saying to me. The validity of your argument is meaningless to me. The piece of paper that documents your point may as well be written in Sanskrit for all the notice I will take of it. All I hear is you criticising me and I hate that. I absolutely hate it. How dare someone like you, who is inferior to someone like me, have the audacity to suggest I have done something wrong. I do not hear your words, I do not see the video recording you are playing back, all I hear is an unjust and scathing attack on me. Your words are drowned out by the raging fire that surges through me. The noise of the flames renders me deaf to your cool logic. I will deflect, deny and launch my own attacks (usually predicated on inventions) in order to beat you back. I am not interested in the correctness of what is being argued about. I am only interested in stopping the burning sensation I feel from your criticism and to do that I have to extinguish you. This is when I lose control and lash out. I will hurl savage insults at you and I will smash items of property (in my mind I am smashing you, just another object in front of me when I do this) and some of my kind will engage in physical violence. You will try to make me see that I am wrong (any healthy person would do this) and you are utterly flabbergasted as to why I cannot see what you are saying to me. Now you know. I cannot see because of the fiery rage that has erupted.
How do you deal with me in these two types of argument? Well, I am saving that information for another time. In the meanwhile, see if you can piece together that ornament I just have hurled against the wall.
8 thoughts on “For the Sake of Argument”
Sometimes when arguing with my hub, I wonder if it’s always me starting things. Last night it felt that way. Then I remember years ago when his parents were staying with us for a week. He had raged at me on the phone and I was clearly upset. His mother said, “Shhh, don’t worry about it. He’s like his father. If something is my fault, it’s my fault. And if it’s his fault? It’s still my fault.” Of course, I think her mindset is there is no point in fighting back. I used to be there, but now I argue again. It fuels him I’m sure, and ultimately I end up saying something he deems unforgivable so he can use it against me forever. But saying nothing feels like I’m lying down and taking it.
I am healed. For over a month I have been reading everything. Every book. Every post. Watched or rather listened to every video. Spied on Instagram. I fully understand. When I say I am healed it means I have come to the realization that I am just an appliance for someone with this disorder. If that doesn’t sound like a revelation I can assure you it is not in that truth that HG repeatedly drills into your heads but what I do with it that matters. Live and let live. Stop judging. If you want to dance with a narc, by all means enjoy it and you can enjoy it but know when to escape. Know that humans have a biological and evolutionary need for intimacy, closeness, trust and bonding to survive but some are simply wired differently, to survive on their own. I got out and am staying out – it’s hard, I have moments – because as much as sex was central and absolutely incredible with my narc, I know now that if I ever tried to touch him again it should be considered rape. Just like we empaths are ready to erase ourselves to heal a narc, they erase themselves to survive. I love my narc unconditionally but I stay out of his spheres of influence as much as possible because I love myself more.
Well done, I would add however that do not attempt to dance with the narcissist. You are putting your head back in the mouth of the lion when you have no such need to do so. Get out, stay out.
WW, I have posted this link somewhere before but find it particularly apt with what you have shared. Watch the video. I think they must have consulted with HG in the making of it. It depicts her battle as being with herself. She gives the ET the ol TKO! I found the lyrics and the video empowering. If you haven’t seen it, I hope you enjoy it as well.
I saw too much of this. Way too much. This was the dynamite of my relationships. They all loved to rage at me. The npd dick was especially fond of raging for hours.. .
The psychpath.and sociopath were fairly rageful too.
I need to repel all human life. HA. I just can’t deal with the anger and hatred anymore.
I’ve been meaning to share this film that reveals a good example of an Upper Lesser. (Granted it is no Goodfellas.)
Yet this film is good for 2/3 the way thru and then the last 3rd goes to shit but here is a clip of the better parts. Ryan Gosling is an Upper Lesser and his father is a Greater, portrayed by Frank Langella (an actor I love).
As I said, a good film for about 2/3 the way through and then goes to shit. Some great examples of manipulation are included in this film, i.e. love bombing, his animosity when she gets accepted and eventually graduates from med school (he won’t stand up at her graduation, etc).
Here is a clip where he is slowly dipping towards psycho and note the manipulation. Just wanted to share: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLZ4KzVPlHM
Lmao the ornament against the wall better get to it because that shit is the victims fault as well “bitch you better get back in line or else”…
“What they both have in common is you are at fault.”
I can’t help but burst out laughing when I read a truth like this.