I like it when you are lonely. That is my favourite place for you. When we first meet if you make mention of feeling lonely, or send a self-pitying tweet decrying your loneliness then I am straight on to you. You may as well have taken a knife to your chest, slit it open and shouted, “Come and get me.” Those in a state of loneliness are massively susceptible to my overtures when I decide to engulf you in my bombardment of flattery and zealous appreciation. Those who have tired of their single status and wallowing in solitary confinement seize on this interest of mine. The red flags may be fluttering but you never see them or if you do, you think “how pretty”.

I may make you feel wanted and special but all I am doing is moving you. I am transporting you from loneliness in the real world to isolated splendour in my false reality. Once I have positioned you there I shall busy myself cutting you off from family, friends and acquaintances. You will readily go along with my fabricated denigrations of people you once held dear and who you saw regularly. You want more of the sugar that I am pouring on you. To do that you need to spend more time with me and thus less with anyone else. It is hardly a sacrifice though is it? Any dissenting voices are marginalised by cleverly constructed smear campaigns against these people (watch out – that campaign will be used against you in the not too distant future). You are an eager co-conspirator happy to discard these people (how can you be so callous?) with the repeated promise and reward of more of my intoxicating attention.

Once all those ties have been cut you are mine. You are dependent on me for everything. You have nobody to turn to and thus your focus will always be on me. As you try harder to please me, the realisation of your isolation becomes all the more apparent. You can feel the tendrils of loneliness wrapping around you once again. I know you will feel this and I know you will do all the more to cling onto me, your life raft, your beacon of hope in the wilderness. Anything to avoid being left alone. I am afraid it is too late. Your isolation was sealed the moment you listened to me. You are so alone nobody can hear you scream.

9 thoughts on “Lonely

  1. Violetta says:

    Somebody needs to show this to Just Harry. Poor blighter.

  2. privatejourney60 says:

    Spot on, HG! This ‘set up’ also exists in the work environment.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Indeed, many of the situations from the romantic examples and explanations can be applied mutatis mutandis to differing environments where there is interaction with the narcissist.

      1. MB says:

        Latin looks so sexy on you, HG! I think I might be a Sapiosexual, now. You’ve probably been known to turn a few preferences in your time, huh? Ha ha

        1. HG Tudor says:

          They all love some HG!

  3. kaydiva3 says:

    HG, do narcissists ever feel lonely?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Some narcissists never do, some narcissist do not but complain that they do as part of a Pity Play and some narcissists will feel lonely, which is a manifestation of a lack of control.

  4. Ana says:

    I texted my narc after 5 months and he replyed but didnt hoover me. Could i have made a mistake and he is not a narc because i entered the sphere of influence but no change towards me?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      His reply was a hoover, assuming he is a narcissist.

      I would recommend that you put the individual through the Narc Detector Consultation to get the definitive and accurate assessment.

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