Why Does The Narcissist Compartmentalise Appliances?

 

WHY DOESTHE NARCISSISTCOMPARTMENTALISEAPPLIANCES?

As narcissists we often engage in compartmentalisation. This articles concerns how and why we compartmentalise various appliances in our fuel matrices.

We view our lives as a series of compartments. The compartments are linked and there is an archway from one compartment to another but this archway has been bricked up by us and only we know the secret word that will open up the archway and admit us to the next compartment. You will try and search for an opening so that you may move from one compartment to another but your search will be fruitless. You will rhyme off all the passwords you can think of from ‘open sesame’ through to ‘abracadabra’ but none of them will work. There is a simple reason for that. We want you to stay in your compartment until we come back to it. We do not want you interacting with any of our other compartments because then it makes each area harder for us to control. A greater need for control mean more energy expenditure which will mean that there is less available for me to use to gather fuel and that is not something I can allow to happen.

A blissful domestic set-up will be in one compartment where I play the role of doting husband and caring father. To the external observer who looks in on the scene through the Perspex it appears to be a picture of harmony and good relations. Yet the observer cannot hear the shouting nor listen to your sobs as you are on the receiving end of another tirade. The fearful cries and the scathing admonishments fail to air beyond this compartment. You are not able to escape to another place and reveal what is really going on in this compartment. As soon as I depart to the next one then the brickwork closes behind me with lightning quick speed, trapping you where I want you. Of course I will tell you all about what is happening in the other compartments when I return, so that you will be subjected to tales of my magnificence in the work place and anecdotes about the new ‘friend’ I have in order to create some triangulated jealousy from you.

My work compartment show me as all conquering and masterful yet those that have been subjected to my brutal put downs and suffered from my repeated dumping of work on them as I breeze around town are forbidden from escaping this compartment to pollute the carefully constructed image that I have made for myself.

The members at the golf club who find my boasting odious and have seen me mark down a lower score than that which I had achieved on my score card are unable to blacken my name to my admirers beyond this particular place. Instead I depart the golf club and scurry to the bar where I regale my hangers-on with another story of my five under par round which won the competition. They coo over my success oblivious to what has actually gone on.

Home life, work life, mistress, friends, club, family and more are allotted these compartments. In each one I am a god. I rule supreme able to do as I please so that I can carry forth my stories of heroism into another compartment and there drink deep of their admiring fuel.

I spend much of my time ensuring that the inhabitants of each compartment know about one another, to multiply my fuel of course, but rarely shall I ever allow them to cross paths. This might lead to someone squaring the circle and working out what is behind my carefully orchestrated campaigns of divide and conquer. A must never speak to B who must not be allowed to tell C what really happened. I must maintain my constructed world where these people are little more than dolls in a huge segregated dolls’ house. I put them in poses and play with them so that I can create a scenario by which I can brag to others in the next room about. If they ever escaped and managed to follow me through these archways so they could compare what I have said with what has actually happened I would be truly finished. Sometimes this happens and then the compartment must be set ablaze, scorched from the record and denied an existence. Next time this compartment will be refurbished, repainted and with new dolls put in place. I must control everything around me. Everyone in their place and a place for everyone.

3 thoughts on “Why Does The Narcissist Compartmentalise Appliances?

  1. Laurie says:

    I think that if it were possible to peer in to the mind of the Narcissist, we would see quite literally thousands of compartments. As Mr. Tudor as described, each part of the Narcissists life is segregated and the people in the Narcissists life are also segregated and will only be allowed to meet if the Narcissist deems it necessary.

    Dozens of mistresses and girlfriends who are completely unaware of each other, each residing in the compartment that has been allocated to them by the Narcissist. Even the Narcissists wife is in a compartment. She believes she is the only woman in his life.
    Family members, friends, acquaintances……all of them reside in the compartments of the Narcissist’s psyche.

    The Narcissist walks with ease through these various compartments, unlocking this door, and closing that door behind him as he moves through his crazy world.
    However…..there are some compartments that even the Narcissist himself will not venture. Those doors are locked and sealed, never to be opened….ever.
    These compartments hold the deepest, darkest secrets of the Narcissist………the horrors that MUST stay buried at all costs.
    In fact, the Narcissist has done such a brilliant job of locking and sealing those doors that he has ALMOST managed to convince himself that the horrors contained within them didn’t really happen at all.

    For the sake of his own sanity, he must never revisit those compartments, because to open those doors and to confront the nightmares within could send him toppling in to an abyss from which he would never be able to recover. He might lose his mind completely.
    No……he will never allow himself to go there. The risk is too great.

    This works well for the Narcissist whilst he is healthy and in his prime.
    But what happens when he gets old and ill and his mind starts to fracture? Those doors…..they are starting to open up…….one by one those damned doors are starting to open all by themselves………he is 6 years old again and his mother has just beaten him and locked him in a cupboard……he is 7 years old and…….no…..he still can’t face that…….no, please….make that door close again……that door was closed more than 50 years ago……

  2. Fuel on the Shelf says:

    Smash that piano! 🙁

  3. Fuel on the Shelf says:

    “I spend much of my time ensuring that the inhabitants of each compartment know about one another, to multiply my fuel of course, but rarely shall I ever allow them to cross paths. This might lead to someone squaring the circle and working out what is behind my carefully orchestrated campaigns of divide and conquer.”

    This reminds me of the time we were out at dinner together and he ran into a patient of his. The patient thought I was his wife! I laughed nervously and was just a wee little bit sarcastic and said “Haha, I wish”.

    We never went back to that restaurant since.

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