Does the Narcissist Think About You Afterwards?

 

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The narcissist has disengaged from you. No matter what position you are in the fuel matrix, you are likely to wonder “Does the narcissist still think about me?” The answer to this common question can apply to any appliance but it is most asked by the disengaged IPPS because it is the IPPS who is disengaged from more than any other appliance.

Naturally, if you try to contact us post disengagement, through text message, telephone call, personal appearance and so forth, we will naturally be made to think about you. However, this article addresses the situation where you have not contacted us. We are disengaged from you and there is no contact between us and you. Are we thinking about you? Are we wondering how you are doing? Are we laughing at you? Are we plotting against you? Are we designing the hoover? Are we regretting our decisions? Are we comparing you to whoever we are with now and concluding we lost someone fantastic and rue our hastiness to get rid of you? Are we reflecting on the joyous days of the golden period? Are we thinking about what you are doing, where you are going and who you are with?

Your mind becomes a whirling thought engine as the questions loom and dart about your mind like swooping spirits. Why did he do this? What did I do wrong? Where has he gone? Why won’t he talk to me? Is he with someone else now? How could he treat me like this? These questions and many of a similar nature remain at the forefront of your mind. They are exhausting as you grapple to find the answers, always achieving an unsuccessful outcome because invariably you do not know who has actually disengaged from you. Your emotional thinking wants you repeatedly thinking about us, causing you to feed the addiction, causing you to lament, analyse, reflect, reminisce, ponder, scrutinise, worry and dissect.

I cast you to one side, you did not leave me and cause me to apply an Initial Grand Hoover in order to bring you back under my spell. I saw no need for you anymore and therefore I was content to throw you on the scrap  heap, broken and spent, a broken appliance left to its own considerations and dwelling heavily on this cruel treatment.

One of the questions which charges around your mind as you try to sleep is does he think about me? Do I ever feature in his thoughts? Does he think about what I am doing? Does he recall the good times?  You wonder whether I am lying on my bed in a similar state of anxiety, mulling over what has happening. Your thoughts spill and tumble and whilst you want to dispel these memories you cannot help but want to embrace them, experiencing that bitter sweet sensation of both delight and agony –  of course this is being driven by your emotional thinking which is wanting to feed your addiction to me.

You try to get into a comfortable position hoping that slumber will soon drag you into unconsciousness so that the pain will evaporate, if just for a few hours. Yet, even the place you now lie in evokes the image of you and I coupled together, wrapped up in one another as we made love through the night, or at least you felt we made love. Did we actually make love to one another? Did I really love you? You know you loved me, indeed you still do, but what of me?

Yet again a question leaps into your mind. I am everywhere. You consider whether I think about the treatment that you have received and do I feel guilty for behaving that way? Do I have a reason for hurling you to one side so callously and am I wondering whether you are all right? Your truth seeking empathic trait is being seized on and corrupted by your emotional thinking. It drives you to want answers and you are left believing that such a driver is logical and should be addressed. It keeps the thought of me in your head, going round and round, question after question, ensuring that your emotional thinking is alive and surging.

Just as you hold onto the precious memories of the golden period you wonder whether I am similarly replaying them through my mind, recalling the wonderful times, the delicious things we did together. You can summon it all in such detail. The places we went to, the other people there, what day of the week it was, even the exact date. You remember what we wore, what we ate and what was said as the memories tumble through your head. As the clock shows it is now closer to morning than it was to the evening, you wonder whether I am thinking about you in a similar fashion?

While you toss and turn in your bed which resembles a place to be endured rather than a place of comfort, I am fast asleep. From the moment my head touched the pillow I fell asleep free from thoughts about you. No imp sits on my shoulder jabbing me with a precious memory and keeping me from sleeping. Whilst you ruminate, cogitate, fathom and review, I am oblivious to everything. During my waking hours you do not invade my consciousness. There is too much to be done, too much fuel to extract as I deal with looking after and nurturing the new primary source of my fuel which replaced you. You have been deleted because you failed me (at least in my mind that is the case) and therefore you have been erased from the record. The narcissism demands that. You are of no use to me and therefore you are erased, deleted, removed and wiped away.

Truth be told it was more of an overlap with both you and her supplying me fuel until the old stale trickle was switched off and dumped. In my mind you never existed. My fixation with the new prospect and her golden, delicious, potent fuel means that everything is focussed on her. Her seduction and the maintenance of fuel dominates my mind save when I am extracting my fuel from the range of supplementary sources that I interact with throughout the day. I may drink from the mug you once bought me to recognise I support a particular football team but there is no flicker of recognition about you. I do not halt, cup in hand, halfway to my mouth and smile at that trip to the stadium when you insisted on buying half the contents in order to please me. It is just a mug to me but the tea contained in it and prepared by my new prospect is delicious and I tell her so. Her beaming smile provides me with that dollop of fuel as expected. To me it is just a mug bearing the crest of my football team. The link you had to that piece of ceramic has been severed and cast into the abyss. The narcissism demands that must be the case – your replacement governs our thoughts and actions now and therefore there is no need to be reminded of you, that is redundant and as effective and efficient machines, we reject the redundant, jettison the unnecessary and remove the failed.

I may still wear the jumper you bought me but I never consider that weekend away in the highlands when I complained about being cold so you purchased it for me. Either the thought never manifests or if it does I cast it to one aside, dismissing it and you in one fell swoop. I have no need for you now, I do not need your fuel, character traits or residual benefits as they are provided by your replacement and the other reliable members of the fuel matrix. As for control, my dismissal of you is my way of controlling you.  I may walk past someone who wears the same fragrance as you. Either I do not remember you as I smell it or if I do, I cast you aside in an instant, banishing the thought and asserting control over you through this dismissive response. Contrast this with the way you remember me when you smell my cologne and you remember me next to you and that emptiness washes over you once again. I just think that it is a pleasant scent and carry on walking by. It is as if I have pressed delete and you have been erased. You never existed, your thoughts, words and actions all melt away. Your connections to me are severed, your presence eradicated and your memory denied. I have switched off that appliance and everything associated with it has been obliterated. We do not think of you because at this point we have no need to think of you. You serve no purpose to us and therefore remembering you and I is a redundant exercise and a waste of our time and energy. You are either not thought of, or if you do manifest in our minds we quickly reject you. We must not waste anything and thus the instinctive impact of our narcissism ensures you are either not thought of or we dismiss the thought.

When we have disengaged from you and we have done so because we have a new Intimate Partner Primary Source we do not think about you. If you enter our spheres of influence by messaging us, ringing us, walking by us or even coming to see us, you can expect at best a cold and polite short moment of recognition before we move on and at worst a malign response to send you away in hurt and pain. You failed us – we no longer want or need you. You have been replaced and therefore you are stricken from our thoughts and should you ever invade our sphere of influences in another way, we maintain this rejection of you.

For some you will be thought of after we have disengaged you where you are the unfortunate recipient of a Malice Campaign, but those are rare and for the vast majority of you, once you have been disengaged from, you are disposed of and not wanted. We have no need of you, we do not need you invading our consciousness and if you do, we soon dismiss you.

However, once the new IPPS enters devaluation (and this person will – that is a guarantee – it is just a question of time) well, then you become useful to us once again and our narcissism alters the record once again. This time you will be remembered, although if truth be told you ought to prefer that you remain cast into obscurity because in all likelihood we will be coming back for you in some form of other to draw again on our investment, to seize our property once again but solely for our benefit.

 

8 thoughts on “Does the Narcissist Think About You Afterwards?

  1. B says:

    My narc is still checking my social media and did so before he and the new victim where a month in, I was horribly discarded and not until it was assured the new ipps would play. So by your logic I shouldn’t be thought of.. yet I have done nothing to contact this person and I have seen the evidence of their looking on numerous occasions..

    1. KJ says:

      Hey B. As a matter of interest, how would you know if someone has been checking in on you?

      1. B says:

        There are certain features that tell you who has viewed the picture. For example stories.

  2. Eternity says:

    I actually couldn’t care less if the Narcissist thinks about me or not ! I honestly dont care. Life goes on and I will not think about him. Totally north worth it.

  3. Asp Emp says:

    According to a brain specialist – there is three parts to the brain: 1) Thinking; 2) Emotions (surprise, surprise!) and 3) The body. Hmm… (reaching for the paracetamol – not!).

    In this article: my WAS narcissist thinking is not applied, emotions are not supplied, the body is elsewhere…. go figure.

  4. Asp Emp says:

    Exhausting led to exhaustion.

    I did say – during my supanova -that he treats me as if I don’t exist. Your article supports what I said.

    The replacement IPPS will simply be replaced with someone else.

    I will never be someone else’s property. Ever again.

  5. December Infinity says:

    I figured as much, upon reading this article. Of course he doesn’t think about me since I am not in the picture any longer, even though I was the one who ended it. He is only concerned about himself. Not that he thought about me when he was around using and abusing me. He had no regard for me then so now I am no longer around that would still apply. It is though I never existed. He only thinks about what he can get from whoever in that moment of time to satisfy his instant gratification.

  6. duchessbea says:

    Interesting.

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