The Bare Necessity

I didn’t ask for this you know. I know you did not either but for once let’s not make this about you and let’s talk about me, yes? I never asked to be created so that each and every day I must gather the fuel that is necessary for my existence. Yes, I must eat, I must drink water and I must breathe the air, just as you do, but for me I have another staple requirement of daily living. I must have fuel. Did you choose to always needs food and water? No, you did not. Neither did I. I did not choose to require this fuel either but without it I will cease to exist. What I have created in order to survive in this world will come toppling down and that will be the end of me. How far would you go to eat? At first it is simple enough is it not? You go to the grocery store or you order online from the supermarket and acquire the ingredients to make a meal or receive a pre-cooked one. You chop, you peel, you mash and you stir and you make that meal. A hundred thousand different recipes to choose from. Instead you may remove the packaging, pierce the cling film and pop it in the over or the microwave. Either way you have food, ready to eat and to sustain you. But what if you had no money to acquire this food, how would you quell the rumblings in your stomach? Perhaps you might ask to be given food from neighbours, from food banks or left overs at supermarkets. It is demeaning but you need to eat don’t you, so what does a little pride matter so long as your stomach is filled? However, what if that charity ends? What if the benevolence of friends and neighbours dries up? What would you do then? What if there are no friends and no neighbours? Would you look to survive on berries you find by the roadside, drink the water from a stream? Would that sustain you for long or would you tire of that? Would you scavenge through the bins outside a supermarket for food that has been thrown out but is perfectly edible? Is that stealing? Perhaps not. Would you cope with the stares of pity and disdain from those who saw you surfing a dumpster?

Would you steal from the shops in order to quell the hunger pangs? Snatch a loaf from a bakery, sneak into a house and steal that cooling pie or rifle through the cupboards in order to find something to eat. What if there is no edible food in the dumpster, would you remove the mould and eat what you find, risking illness? What if the supermarkets ran out of food and there was nowhere to steal it from? Would you scavenge from the orchards until that fruit ran out? Would you catch fish or hunt a lamb or grab a chicken in order to cook and eat it over an open fire? What if the usual sources of meat began to vanish, having fallen prey to starving wild animals following the collapse of civilisation, what then? Would you try new sources? Would you, driven by hunger hunt down and eat a sparrow or a robin? How about an owl? Seagull? Would you slaughter a fox in order to eat its meat? Where would you stop? Would you eat another human being in order to survive? When needs must where would you draw the line? How far would you go to feed yourself and your loved ones? Begging, growing you own, stealing, savagery, cannibalism? Do you have a limit or when the chips are down and your stomach is knotted with the agony of starvation would there be no limit? How far would you go? Would you fight another person for a packet of rice? Beat someone up in order to steal their hoard of windfalls? Would you consider their loss of their food source and their injuries an acceptable consequence of your own necessary survival? Would this become collateral damage in the pursuit of survival? Abhorrent as it may sound, I should imagine, when the need really arises, that you would go beyond the unpalatable in order to survive.

Now replace food with the need for fuel and you will understand that I have no choice other than to gather this fuel from different sources and in different ways throughout the course of each day. The consequences which arise may seem regrettable to you but they are purely the result of this need for me to gain fuel. I did not ask to have to do this, but the way I have been created makes it so. In the same way that you would fight to ensure your own survival, rather than curling up and dying in a hole, so must I. Does that make me what would be regarded as a bad person for just doing what I need to in order to exist? I suggest that it does not. I know that what I do has consequences for others. I am not blind nor am I a fool. I understand fully the devastation that I cause as I tear through someone else’s life like a whirlwind, sucking everything in, hurling it about and then discarding it broken and shattered. I have heard the complaints, the stories, the recollections and the accounts. I have heard the cries of dismay, the wails of misery, the screams of terror and the slow sobs of pain. I know what is caused by my actions but what choice do I have? I do not set out to achieve these things but they must always arise as a consequence of what I must do.

I feel no guilt nor remorse. I am devoid of those emotions. Another consequence of the way I have been created. I feel no shame in these actions, no pity for those who suffer from my behaviours and no sense of empathy for those who are remorselessly cut down by my machinations. I am not burdened by such emotions so I do not toss and turn at night, I do not have my sleep peppered by nightmares of torment, I do not sit in anguish and seek absolution for everything I have done and everything that I am to do. Those concepts are not applicable to me. What I do is invite you to understand me. I want you to understand what I am, what I must do and what arises from this and if you were in my shoes then you would do the same. This does not make me a bad person does it? I am a good man who is having to do a bad job. Yes?

17 thoughts on “The Bare Necessity

  1. restmychemistry says:

    “Are you a good man ?” I asked. Response : ” I have not done anything that I am ashamed of, so yes i am a good man”

    Didn’t understand it then, but do now.thank you.

  2. MGM says:

    HG, you’re better than this, and you are in control of your mind more than this. Maybe you don’t realize it but if anyone is or can be it’s you. You can feel, you just didn’t learn how to experience those emotions. What a wonder it will be when you can feel them! You’re a smart writer, so creative, highly intelligent. That’s not your narcissism. That’s you. You are more in the right ways than you realize. You’re a survivor. You can learn how to get fuel in other ways. Everyone can.

  3. sharyn227 says:

    Evening HG – trust you travelling well.

    Sympathy does not a Narc make. Empathy, well lets just say it can be heart breaking – so you safe there.

    Great article, but in your last paragraph go figure. Are you seeking absolution?

    I’m suggesting you do not sleep at night, you do toss and turn and you do not sit replenished – and you will (up to you) never.

    Challenge you to an exercise – list 1 to 10 emotional/personal thoughts that you are afraid of (1 being the least).

    Trust me this is totally private and confidential


    1. HG Tudor says:

      Your suggestion is inaccurate. I sleep like I am dead as I have explained previously.

      I am a narcissistic psychopath, therefore I have no fear.

      Stay behind after class for such remedial errors.

      1. Violetta says:

        “Stay after class”? Ooh, Njfilly’s not gonna like this!

      2. Sharyn44 says:

        Hi HG still me…

        Well, after all these years finally got detention as punishment. Another one crossed off the list!

        So replenished remains unanswered.

        Do you often have trouble controlling your students?

        1. HG Tudor says:

          The only place I teach, is here.

  4. surfinsybil says:

    I have empathy for others, but I could not understand how some could be like a wrecking ball around others.
    And then I discovered HG. Something amazing happened. I saw the truth in his words and I filled my head with the knowledge that he offered. And then, within a couple months, I had an insight into narcissists. They are simply trying to survive… just like me. My heart was filled with empathy for them.

    Does that mean that I should sacrifice for them? No. Does that mean that I should let their “word salad” toss my life around? No. What it does mean is that I will recognize them for what they are. I do not judge them. They deserve a place in this world as much as I do. I accept who they are and do not expect them to change. Wrecking balls help knock down the old so that new growth can come about. Narcissists tear us empaths down and force us to rebuild again and be even stronger. Is that such a bad thing?

    I think not. It’s a difficult world out there and it takes strength to survive. Realize that the narcissists in your life helped give you that strength. And remember that we are fortunate in that we are able to exist as we are… and not depend on others to give us our life’s energy…or fuel.

    1. lickemtomorrow says:

      I found this extremely insightful. Thanks for posting.

    2. Fiddleress says:

      Hello surfinsybil,
      I enjoyed reading your post, it is full of positivity and kindness.
      However, I am not very young, and I will say one thing: what doesn’t kill you does not necessarily make you stronger. Based on observation of several persons. Survivers perhaps, but made all the more vulnerable for the painful events in their lives.

  5. Em says:

    Anyway 6 weeks no contact – long time for me. And I’ve posted much less on here which is a good sign for recovery for me.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      Well done on attaining 6 weeks.

  6. Em says:

    As DLS I remember the ex narc MR would call me on a weekend morning for a chat maybe phone sex then he would cut convo dead – just like he’d been refuelled and I was dismissed. Also my visits were maximum 2hrs often 1.5 hrs.
    Then it started to get nasty as I made demands and he would poke me and provoke me for fuel

    1. Em says:

      It was just as described. I remember reprimanding him when I found out he’d cheated / he came round after a text message to see me face to face. He sat there and squirmed while I lectured him. He had a strange squirmy grin on his face. He was soaking up the fuel I now realise.

    2. blackcoffee30 says:

      I will never forgive him. It doesn’t matter if it is his “nature.”

      I am working on forgiving myself.

  7. Em says:

    Hi HG
    How long does each refuelling last? Or is that dependent on how and from where it is sourced? So IPPS lasts longest, is the purest, best etc?

    1. HG Tudor says:

      It depends on potency, amount and frequency.

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