Puppet On A String
Becky (an ex girlfriend) would turn to me and some times say,
“I just feel like your puppet at times.”
I had to look the other way because I wanted to laugh. My nickname for her was poppet. She loved me calling her that. I used it straight away when we first met. It was actually a useful device as the other lady I was seeing, Susan, received that nickname from me too, but she was on the way out. It meant I could call them both poppet and not mix up their names with the invariable histrionics that would ensue. God, I am good.
What Becky had not realised that my calling her poppet was a corruption of puppet and every time I used it I would be laughing inwardly and beaming outwardly. She thought I was just smiling because I was pleased to be with her.
That is what it is all about. Making you my puppet. This is my aim. This is the means to my end of obtaining my fuel from you. As you will no doubt becoming familiar with, the means always justifies the end. Accordingly, by ensuring you become my puppet I am in the optimum position to control you to extract every drop of fuel I can from you.
I need to control you so that you admire me when I want it. I need to control you so that I can pull the strings and make you jerk to my tune. I am the puppetmaster.
To make you my puppet I engage on a two-pronged approach. Firstly, I make you utterly dependent on me. I open the doors and let you look upon heaven. That way you are in awe of what I can give you and you want it, oh you really, really want it. Secondly, I will then remove every method of support both real and potential that you might rely on to try and recover your free will (family, friends, colleagues and so on – I will be posting about how I do this through my slur campaign in a separate post) so that you have nobody to turn to. Thus, as you look on heaven entranced and enraptured, I am opening the trapdoor to hell right under your feet.
Once I have those strings attached to you we can begin our dance. It is long. It is exhausting. It is dangerous.
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HG, what would be the success rate of the average MMR in terms of ensnaring IPSSs?
I’m intrigued because ‘pant-man’ (I forget whether I told the story) an MMR who thinks he’s a greater is really gross totally lacks charm, everyone laughs about him etc talks that he had a good success rate when younger, now in his 40s he admits it is harder with age unless you have money or power which he does not. Although he is a spendaholic.
Anyway, I’m certain that even without the knowledge I would not have fallen for his seduction attempts and would have thought that he would never have had much if any success to be honest. I just couldn’t imagine anyone at all falling for him? Anyway, just recently I heard (from a reliable source) that he had slept with someone we both know. She is a mid although I wouldn’t like to say whether she is L,M or U. She is confident in her approach, averagely attractive. So I was stunned to hear this and it was her who admitted to it too rather than him bragging.
I guess I have two questions
1. For every 100 women a mid pursues as an IPSS what would be the average sucess rate?
2. Would it be the case as they were both Ns they would have both considered each other to be more attractive than they actually are (at least when they both had each other painted white)?
I had a Nick, too. And we both drank like the Charleses.
Seems like a wisecracking/smart-ass/sarcastic/sassy woman is an especially juicy target—chock full of challenge fuel—for an upper level male narc.
I keep that sort of sense of humor to myself now, only sharing it with non-romantic people that I know and enjoy and trust.
Otherwise, it would just be an insecure attempt to demonstrate an intelligence that I may or may not have to a complete stranger and potential narc.
I don’t need a stranger’s validation anymore.
Plus, that type of humor seems to be diminishing in me. It certainly isn’t a joyful humor, in the end.
*^^^in response to Violetta’s post re: repartee.
For me, that kind of snotty banter is foreplay.
WBPN never even made it to three-play.
Douchebag.
lol, then that wasn’t even Banter Gone Bad!
More like Banter Gone Nowhere.
Three play ha !
Oh my, HG you are so good at being bad! Always a winner!
What’s humbling is that my narcoholic managed to become puppet master (to a degree) WITHOUT any golden period or niceties.
How low I was in life, to need the extremely little he offered. Dismaying but thankfully in the past
Cheer up. Wannabe Playuh-Narc traded a few wisecracks with me, and I thought it must be love, because Beatrice and Benedick, Lizzie Bennett and Mr. Darcy, Nick and Nora Charles, and Vinny and Lisa Vito said so.
A guy could fake fancy dinners, flowers, and weekend getaways, but who would fake repartee?
I found out.
Such is the power of their trickery and mind control Woke. Don’t take it personally.
I was lovebombed but by someone whom I found physically and personality wise very repulsive (a catalogue of unfortunate events for him and for me coupled with his seduction skills) And that is how I find him again after reprogramming myself. Ewwwwwww!
Ugh, yeah, the physically and personality-wise repulsive—what the hell was I doing?!
Lisk it’s madness. I even recall saying to a friend during the six months of his lovebombing how I had this really gross stalker. Ugh god! Yuk yuk yuk!
Alexiss2016,
The things we do for . . . validation?!?!
If it’s not validation, what is it?
Alexis2016
Do you remember what it was that allowed your thinking to go from gross stalker to someone you became more involved with?
Same here, I accepted very little.
What happens when your kind comes across individuals who are fuel-rich empaths, but who are very independent/self-reliant and/or strongly connected to a support network you are (likely) unable to excise? Would that be a challenge or just too much effort?
No empath is invulnerable. Admittedly, some may be more difficult to ensnare than others, but the level of difficulty is more associated with knowledge and the reduction of emotional thinking, than independence, self-reliance and/or a support network.
Independence is surmounted by emotional thinking, so the victim forgoes it.
Self-reliance is mutated into assisting the narcissist, or welcoming help for the first time, from the narcissist, driven by the corrupting nature of emotional thinking.
The support network is severed. How many times do you think friends and family try to warn the victim? Many do not because they do not see what is happening, others might do, but the victim, subsumed by emotional thinking ignores their warnings.
Thank you, Desiree & HG.
HG: All that you wrote turned out to be strangely prophetic in the days following my comment above. You are right about the support network. They have warned, astutely identified your kind, and prescribed the same advice you provide. These (in addition to yours) have been disregarded on the (arrogant?) assumption of invulnerability (e.g. a belief in knowledge being power) and trust in being armed well enough to counter any hoovers.
Of course, putting knowledge into practice was proved difficult when there was an unexpected benign hoover. Even though my brain consistently beeped “hoover” and “fuel”, emotional thinking is indeed a bane, as are four other qualities your kind helpfully complimented me on during the love bombing: empathy, helpfulness, hopefulness, and forgiveness. Although your kind ended up getting some positive and negative fuel, the good news is that they also got another substantial dollop of unintended wounding.
Lily
Certain schools and cadres of narcissist actually like a good hunt, others will turn elsewhere if it proves too difficult fro them. However, whether an empath is considered a challenge or not would not be determined by the factors you have stated.