The Games Are Always Being Played



I love playing games. As I have written before, the games are always being played. I only ever play to win otherwise there is no point. I cannot lose and sit back and smile and accept it was nevertheless an enjoyable experience because if I was to lose then it could not be enjoyable. I would be accepting that you or someone else is better than me. You are not. He is not. They are not. I always have to win. In order to achieve this I operate by a particular set of rules. You think you know what those rules are because when we first come together I deign to play by your rules; I agree to operate by the systems and conventions of your reality. That is easy for me to do because everything is going swimmingly. I am seducing you and therefore you are letting me win because it feels good. I am content to go along with the pretence of agreeing that these are the rules of engagement. You think you are winning because you are getting this wonderful, generous and loving person. In reality, I am winning because I am receiving plenty of positive fuel from you.

It is thereafter that the rules alter because I decide (and it is always my decision) that we will now abide by the rules in my reality. You are not given a rulebook and you have to guess what those rules are. As soon as you think that you have grasped them and got a handle on them, they will suddenly change. It is akin to playing a game of football and I am winning three nil. You score two more goals and you are in the ascendancy and likely to equalise. There would normally be fifteen minutes to go but suddenly I change the rules so there is just one minute left. You fail to score and I win. You protest stating that is not the correct time but it does not matter because here I am the referee, the assistants and the fourth official and what I say goes. If you do not like it, tough. I will just pick up the ball and go home with it. It is like a game of darts where you have to start from 501 and end with a double. I on the other hand start from 51 and do not need a double. You claim it is not fair but why should I care about it? I have to win. Thus, you may realise that I enjoy a lie-in on a Sunday morning so you do not disturb me. I will purposefully set the alarm early and get up waking you early. Or if I do have a lie in, I will concoct some mystery appointment that I have missed because you let me lie in. When you wake me early the following Sunday I will erupt at you for being so selfish and not letting me sleep.

When you think have ascertained what the rules are they will alter. You will do your best to try and keep up but it is exhausting and frustrating. Yet, this manipulation of the rules to allow our kind to win does not end there. Goodness me no. Our driven desire to always be the winner means that not only will we sucker you by pretending to play by your rules and then change them; we will then change the game. One moment you think you are playing Monopoly and then I am telling you it was Professor Plum in the Study with the Candlestick.

“But that is Cluedo,” you will declare rather puzzled.

“I know,” I will smile in return.

“But we are playing monopoly.

“No we are not.”

“Yes we are, look this board has streets from New York on it.”

“No it doesn’t, those are rooms in the stately home.”

“What are you talking about? See here and here, street names.”

“Are you blind? Those are snakes and ladders.”

“What? You’ve changed it again.”

“No I haven’t. You are just making a fuss because you are losing.”

“What are you on about? I am not losing, I was winning.”

“Not at all. Check mate.”


Our phenomenal capabilities for lying, blame-shifting, denial and reflection all mean that the game will change. You are wrong footed, unsure of yourself, confused and we keep on doing it. We must win, always and you have to lose, at your cost. We will apply all our methods of manipulation to ensure we are victorious and you lie sprawled in the dirt, broken and defeated. Our success has to be at everything and I mean everything, from the trivial to the substantial, Defeat is never an option for our kind and we will bend, twist and snap the rules and alter the game in order to achieve this. Now, let’s play a game. It is my favourite. You may know it. It is called Guess Who? You have no chance.

13 thoughts on “The Games Are Always Being Played

  1. blackcoffee30 says:

    But what if the narc doesn’t know you’re playing?

  2. Asp Emp says:

    A narcissist walks into a bar and orders a drink for the handsome gent winking at him from across the room.

    The bartender looks around. “Sir, that’s a mirror”.

    1. K says:

      Asp Emp
      Hahahahaha…that was wicked funny!

    2. Bubbles 🍾 says:

      Dear Asp Emp,
      Luv it, cheers 🍻
      Luv Bubbles xx 😘

  3. KJ says:

    I learned that the best way to play the games is not to. I learned indifference, and it was my saving grace. No one can make you dance to their tune if you won’t get on the dance floor.

    1. lisk says:

      “No one can make you dance to their tune if you won’t get on the dance floor.”

      I love this, KJ. I can even use it at work!

      1. Kerry Pretorius says:

        Glad to be of service!

    2. Violetta says:

      I love dancing. Find a different dance floor with better music.

  4. December Infinity says:

    I can say that there was nonstop lies, manipulation and games being played. I truly did not know who or what I was dealing with. Whatever fake reality he was living in was over once I got fed up and I decided to end things. While I never stood a chance at the Guess Who? game, what came next is better. It is called Guess What? Time’s up. Tick tock. Game over. Get out and stay out.

  5. Natalie says:

    It is unbelievable how delusional a narcissist mind is. His desire to win looks like there is something wrong with the intellect as well even in highly functioning narcs. A constant fight actually prevents a narc from real not imaginable achievements. In your example a narc is losing a game but he twists things and claims he is a winner. How cannot he understand that it is obvious for his game partner that he is just a cheater? By denying things he cannot change the reality or even opinion about him. Narcs need control over people and situations. How can’t they see that they can’t control themselves in their hunt for fuel which makes them look stupid and crazy? How can’t they understand that most people will keep them around only if they benefit from them? They actually fight to prove something to us…..

  6. Eternity says:

    Poor sport.

  7. Tracy says:

    That is fucked up! I have almost lost my home, my children and so much more all because I kicked him out and the plan to screw me took five years after the Hoover.

    1. Bubbles 🍾 says:

      Dear Tracy,
      Oh no, I’m so sorry to hear that 😥
      See if Mr Tudor can help you and hope it’s not too late
      All the best lovely
      Luv Bubbles xx 😘

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