Nothing´s Impossible : Preventative Hoover
There are times when even my charm is in limited supply and is refusing to stretch. This often happens when I have subjected a victim to a fierce period of devaluation so that they have been pushed to their limits and they are at breaking point. Something stirs inside of them which causes them to decide that they need to escape me.
They may not fully understand why but they know that they need to depart. It may be the case that an external influence is interfering in my carefully laid plans of denigration and this meddling threatens to puncture or even sever my supply of delicious negative fuel.
It is at these moments when I am staring at the potential loss of a succulent supply of fuel that I make a particular play in order to prevent the cessation of supply. In such circumstances I will ensure that there is only you and I and that the potential for external interference is at a minimum. I need to ensure that I have your undivided attention and there will not be somebody else seeking to throw a spanner into the works. I want them excluded and banished so that I can concentrate entirely on you and make my last throw of the dice.
“I know that this time I will have to change,” I will begin as I fix you with my most earnest of looks. You stop what you are doing and look at me and already I can see the indecision in your eyes as I start with this sentence. It is always a good opening gambit. You and your like love to think that we can change, that there is some goodness deep within us that can be harnessed and used to get us back on track. You are great believers in redemption.
“I need a miracle to help me this time, “ I continue as I underline the gravity of the task that I am faced with. By according such gravitas to your stated intention to depart, I demonstrate just how seriously I am taking your threat. Inside I am exploding with rage at your audacity in daring to even to suggest that you will leave me. Me, of all people, me who has done so much for you. It is everything I can do to contain the fury but I know I must do so for an explosion now will be what finally pushes you away.
“How did we come to be this far apart?” I ask fixing you with a pleading look. By underlining that we were once so close, nay inseparable, I am appealing to your desire to bring us back to that closeness once again. This also allows you a chance to talk and talk is something you like to do. I let you trot out all the perceived injustices that you have supposedly suffered at my hands. I hear little of it because I know that you are mistaken and this is all based on your incorrect perceptions of me. This time I just have to let it wash over me in order to allow my influence to exert itself over you. I cannot stand to be criticised and inside I am dying but I am taking this blow for the greater good, the greater good of ensuring this precious fuel supply remains intact.
“Just tell me what you need me to do and I will do it,” I trot out next, conning you into thinking that you have some vestige of power and authority over me, when of course you have none. Again in order to serve my own purposes I am content to allow you to think that you can bring some influence to bear over me. Again this will give you a chance to detail all of the changes and remedial behaviours you expect me to engage in. I will nod and make the appropriate noises as you ramble on about the changes you want me to effect. I pluck the lines which I have heard others use on so many occasions to enable me to continue my con. You are suckered by it on every occasion. I know it works and this is why I do it.
“I know we can get through this, nothing’s impossible,” I add as I take your hands and stare into your eyes. Invariably this line secures you giving me yet another chance and your relief eclipses my own as I know that I have you once again. Your joy at not parting provides me with even further fuel and I can allow you a brief golden period by way of reward.
After all, you may as well enjoy it because it is not going to last for long is it?
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This is another very accurate description of what I’ve dealt with. There are times when he knows he’s pushed me to the very limit and gives me that most earnest of looks and uses my name and repeats himself when I’m still wary the first time. He looks into my eyes saying “really”. And then we never speak of it again and he goes right back to his behavior. I can think of a handful of times like this before I finally got wise to who he is.
HG just to let you know I stumbled across a series of posts on Quora that are recent , some nut called Rose Madder is claiming to be your previous partner.
It was a long winded exchange where she is trying to convince people 😳
Kiki
She is not, her apparent surname tells you all you need to know.
She’s an art student?
No, she is certifiable.
Eh? Steven King???
That’s a bit weird?
🤣🤣 I was thinking that .
So wanted to tell her off but restrained myself .
Kiki ❤️
Omg, this is hilarious! Had trouble finding the right “Rose Madder” (there’s one who is a dance student), but eventually I tracked her down.
H.G Tudor is an highly intelligent, overweight, out-of-shape, short, balding, aging, addict, who lives in his mother house, and writes for several different online blogs and websites to earn money. He pays no bills, so all his money goes for women, porn and drug, and whatever he needs to purchase to secure his next victim. It could be anything from a ring to a guitar to a spare tire. He occasionally buys something for the household so his family doesn’t start to nag at him and his narcissistic mother can feel in control of “her” house.
She left out the bat-squeak bargain-counter-tenor that you convert with technology into that seductive baritone. Also the thick Joizey accent (“you always hoit da one you love”) that technology changes to British because Yanks go for that.
Violetta, RAOFLMAO – yeah, I’ve seen a ‘rumour’ too…… apparently, HG is an old lady with 600 cats…… LOL.
Laughing so much at the extended and informative “description” of HG. The last paragraph, fkg hell, that is just too funny!
At least this person did tell one of her bloggers that she had never claimed he was not handsome. Only short, heavy and balding. Good grief.
Haha yes that’s the one I saw on
😳
Kiki
Haha there goes my impression of someone younger than his voice implies. On the thin side, with glasses – bookish in appearance. An Indian backdrop where he looks out of place – but strangely at ease. Dead and tormented animals lie in his wake…
More disappointed at the lack of imagination – given the persons name :((((
Dearest Violetta,
That read was hilarious! 🤣
I first thought the “baldy” who pops up when you mention Mr Tudor was in fact Mr Tudor!
His avatar here is a tad deceiving, as he’s lying down, so in essence, he could be short! Haha
Even if all that were true … who cares, does it really matter ? Good on him!
It’s his work, that is important
Luv Bubbles xx 😘
Violetta,
Oooh yes, an accent changer !!!! Imagine that!
“Anyways all y’all listen up! I be fixin t’ tell y’all ‘bout them there narcissistsss.”
“Are you seated comfortably? Wonderful. Then let’s begin.”
TS, that was absolutely hilarious to read! He’ll be speaking Japanese next !! (sorry, HG, I could not resist 🙂 )
Your comment did remind me of mother “dating” some guy who spoke in Cockney – nobody understood him. I even mimicked him – taking the piss, obviously, I have a good excuse for being a 13 year old at the time though! LOL.
Philly:
“He got an attytood. Don’t never have nuthin’ to do with him again, no how no way.”
After technology:
“Yes, he is a narcissist. Go No Contact immediately.”
Violetta,
You’re cracking me up with this!
Asp, I only do one American accent and that’s TN ‘country’. It was good while it lasted. Story of my life that!
Xx
Rose Madder is a Stephen King novel.
It’s also a paint made out of the madder plant. King probably knows that, but I wonder if the Quora poster does.
Rose Madder is. Stephen King novel about domestic violence. She obviously put some thought into her name.
Kiki, I saw something similar, too. Not sure what the mileage is in telling us that really, true or not! Fame by proxy?!
Grammar is spotty, individual claims to have have lived in America since 1960. Bad grammar Gramma doesn’t seem to be HG’s style, unless his standards are lower than he’s led us to believe. HG, are you really that desperate? You know there are Tudorites who’ll gladly go shagadelic for you. They can just shut their eyes so they don’t see the overweight, out-of-shape, short, balding, aging part, and you just keep the voice technology going so they hear the seductive baritone instead of the bat-squeak bargain-counter-tenor.
I think the woman’s full of it. The advice she claims HG gives is not what he actually gives. If he really is an asshole, he’s a damned useful one: after I got my NDC (thanks to the kindness of the Angels), every time GrinchLady started triangulating me or the babies with objects, I knew exactly what she was up to. And I’ve finally forgiven myself for not standing up to her more than I did: this wasn’t the subway or a corner in midtown Manhattan where I could just Do the Dozens until she lost and kick her ass if she tried to get physical. There are ways I’m not willing to act in a professional setting, particularly in front of kids. I tried to handle things in a professional way, and the management was useless.
They’re advertising for infant teacherS, not teacher singular, but whether Shirkette got the boot or they’re expanding now that lockdown is lifting, you can bet there will be continued problems. In the meantime, a friend of mine told me about national chain of Catholic high schools where they want you to teach Plato and Homer instead of some dreary screeds where Language Arts majors write about writing.
It sounds elitist and a Cerebral Narc’s dream, and I’m definitely applying.
Violetta, is she the one who said that HG first looked into narcissism following discussion about her son possibly being one (or words to that effect)?
Obviously we won’t ever know the whole truth, one way or the other. We only see what others allow us to, and HG tells us all the time that narcissists lie! But that’s by the by for me..although I would feel differently if I were in a relationship with him!
Yeah, that’s the one. I looked at multiple threads before I gave up and she contradicts herself all over the place. Doesn’t appear to recognize her inconsistencies or try to smooth them over–Quora lets you edit if you want to retcon something. Probably mid-ranger of some kind. It’s amazing how many narcs want (or need) to piggy-back on HG’s reputation instead of just building their own. I think that’s one of hallmarks of a mid-ranger. A Greater can do his/her own empire-building, and a Lesser will just tell you about the time Madonna gave him a blow job in 1987.
It demonstrates what an epsilon semi moron it is through the simplest errors. Anybody who believes this clown is legitimate is just as idiotic. The vast majority can tell very quickly its fabricated rubbish.
Just thought it was interesting, well not really interesting but weird .
The person is obviously delusional.
Kiki
She contradicts herself several times in her answers. Shades of Meghan Markle. The really good liars know they’re lying and can stick to whichever version is necessary. Narcs who believe their own bullshit can’t do that. I’m guessing mid-ranger, given the self-righteous idea that she’s “exposing” HG, although she backs off whenever someone tries to get solid information about him. It’s acquisition of fame, if not exactly acquisition of traits: “at least I’m not as amoral and destructive (or secretly nerdy) as HG.” She defines herself as the thing he is not, although he supposedly got all his ideas from some rant she left on his computer–thus projecting her own acquisition into him.
This has been educational, but I think I won’t revisit. Thank goodness HG didn’t acquire her prose style.
Ha ha, the joys of the internet, Kiki! Always some nutjob to be entertained by! 😂
I had been hoovering my carpets in my house and then got side-tracked by responding to comments on this blog earlier today – hence not quite a “preventive” hoover….. then I got back to hoovering and completed what I needed to do (so it was not impossible)…… my hoover was lying in the hallway for 3 hours! I must state for the record, that it was left plugged in but switched off…….
TS, the vacuum cleaner I have is that powerful – if that thing was ‘alive’, it would be as if this hoover has teeth and was not letting go 😉 Maybe I should name it ‘vampire’ (laughing).
Dearest Asp Emp,
You should see my carpet cleaner 😱 its mean green 🤢
You can deal with the Hoovering …… I’ll clean up the mess 🤣
Luv Bubbles xx 😘
Bubbles…… laughing…… the hoovering is sfucked….. you’ll be on your knees cleaning up the mess 😉 LOL
Dearest Asp Emp,
I NEVER get on my knees
Reason being ….. I’ll never get back up again !!! 🤣
Luv Bubbles xx 😘
Haha, we “hoovered” you in…:)
Yeah, you all did! 😉 LOL.
Asp,
I would call it Eric. Then just live in hope. Xx
TS, Eric? What? I don’t know an Eric. LOL.
Eric was the exceptionally hot vampire in True Blood. Very narcy. Xx
TS, ah, I’ve not seen that film. From what I know about vampires, they are all ‘narcy’ even though vampires do not really exist. Only cannibals, and that is a different story altogether! 🙂
Asp Emp,
It was an HBO series that was very popular in the US a while back. Not sure if it was as popular over here.
It is interesting though, the fascination with the vampire. The perception of sexy but lethal. The dark soul that can somehow be reformed by true love. Bram Stoker was probably a narcissist.
Narcy traits are sexy in an on screen way. The detachment and selfishness translates differently. It becomes, aloof, sexy, mysterious. There’s a certain draw to something so selfish and I think it is down to the fact that they appear free. Not shackled by emotion or responsibility as we are. They aren’t free of course, a repetitive shagfest followed by slaughter to keep themselves alive. Even that must get predictable after a while.
The vampire, the narcissist. Just variations on a theme.
As an aside I can’t believe that Harry and Harry’s Wife named their rather premature daughter Lillibet Diana. It feels utterly contrived and disrespectful. I can just imagine the doe eyed routine as she suggested it to Harry. The double whammy. Nauseating.
Harry obviously never watched the sitcom Bread.
TS, I don’t have cable tv cos they don’t always have ‘captions’ on the programmes aired – why should I pay a full price for half a cake, for example? I really enjoy vampire films. Bram Stoker was probably a complex personality guy. I bought the books of the vampire Lestat series – brilliant books. I really enjoyed reading ‘Queen of the Damned’.
Laughing ” a repetitive shagfest followed by slaughter to keep themselves alive”. It’s basic needs of humanity LOL.
I did wonder if my interests in witches / vampires / egyptian / Tudors Henry 8th & Eliz 1st were unconsciously connected to the narcissist mother – I recall these interests starting around my father’s passing…… hmmm.
Asp,
That makes sense, cable and Sky are expensive particularly if you don’t get to watch things you want to.
I am also without cable. I’m at the end of a BT line, farthest house from the magic green BT Box. I had Sky at one point. That was fine until something good came on and then everything would pixelate! So I spoke to the Sky narcissist who blame shifted to the BT narcissist who just blame shifted right the way back. The angry empath in the piece (that’s me) decided she would put a halt to our circular conversations and re write a little history of her own. She told them they could shove their contract up their pixelated arses, turned on them both, then escaped.
Yes, it’s strange, I can remember being fascinated by Egypt from the first time I learned about it in school. My dad bought me a book about Howard Carter and the curse of Tutankhamun. He was fascinated by all things other worldly, still is really. The Pendle witches, haunted houses etc. Funnily enough he is reading about the Tudors currently!
My dad visited Speke Hall as a kid. It was a school trip. They all walked around the house with the guide and he knew exactly where all the rooms were before he was told. What lay beyond this door or that, where each corridor led. He said it was as if he had been there before and could remember all the rooms. He hadn’t been there before though. I remember him telling me the story and my grandma (his mum) saying, ‘Did you blazes remember the rooms you soft sod!’ She was having none of it. He swears to this day his story is true though. Empaths are possibly more open minded to things like that. That might explain your interest in it too.
TS, crying with laughter “So I spoke to the Sky narcissist who blame shifted to the BT narcissist who just blame shifted right the way back. The angry empath in the piece (that’s me) decided she would put a halt to our circular conversations”. I had the same issue with WalkWalk – they breached “contract” within 4 months etc – got my refund via complaint via the regulator. Ho hum.
Interesting to read about your dad’s ‘experiences’. I have had similar where I felt I had been there before – unexplainable sometimes. Maybe it’s through ancestors DNA, somehow, or the empath’s intuition. Hence my reason for wanting to visit some place where family has a connection in history – to see if I can sense anything.
RE: you talking about guardian angels the other day – the other night, it was 820pm, I sensed someone standing behind me and I knew there was no-one there, it is does not happen often. Obviously, I turned to look. LOL.
As for the witches interest, well, I do have a ‘Mallen’ streak (since birth). LOL. No wonder I have a mixture of good / bad 😉 From mother’s side but she didn’t have one, Aunt did, grandmother – not sure. So, I am a witch then….. hmmm… time to magic some spells, eh?
Asp Emp,
Telecoms companies or any derivative thereof are the absolute worst to deal with. If any company was a narcissist it would be them!
That feeling of someone behind you or in the room is an odd one isn’t it? It has only happened to me once, I’m good with just the once thanks!
My dad doesn’t try to offer explanations for some things. It’s a case of, ‘This is what happened.’ The events are described without speculation as to why. I would have to speculate on the why. To me, ancestral DNA would sound possible.
Studies have been done about interconnectedness of humans as well. One crossword, two groups of people in two separate countries. The first group solves the crossword. The same crossword is given to the second group several hours later. The second group consistently solves the crossword in less time even when group members are randomly switched between groups. It was designed to indicate a collective consciousness. Plants will do similar as a cohesive organism. Ancestral DNA as you said, inherited behaviour in rats etc. Honestly there is so much we don’t know about in this world, things that seem odd to us now, won’t be in generations time.
TS, yes, I was with BT 23 years before being ensnared by narcissist WalkWalk!!
Some things are not so ‘odd’ with me RE: connections with people – I have as such with my friend in the South, I get a feeling and then I get a text from her! I can be highly intuitive!
I wasn’t worried about the ‘spiritual’ behind me. I get ‘signs’ from time to time – usually via a ladybird, butterfly, moth…… people can ‘diss’ it. I don’t study or analyse it as such either.
Hey Asp,
Let the dissers diss if they want to haha!
The acceptance of events, beliefs, feelings,signs etc. I’ve been discussing a similar topic with LET on another thread. I think things feel odd or strange if they happen just the once, maybe twice. This is when I would question myself, analyse, try to find out why. When they happen more regularly I think there is the acceptance that these things have meaning. They don’t necessarily have an explanation, they can’t necessarily be proven, but there is an acceptance that they carry meaning.
It could always be worse. You could have a sugar dummy eating guardian angel !
TS, yes, I saw a bit of the convo on the other thread. It’s usually instinct / sense based that I feel, it doesn’t freak me out – sometimes I know, sometimes I don’t – it depends on the environment / circumstances, sometimes it’s very strong. I remember telling mother that someone is outside (LOL, she really freaked at what happened next), I could not see or hear anything, a few minutes later, someone knocked on the door! I have dreams too, not often. I once saw an earth sign / solar cross dating from 700CE at 1030pm on 22 Sep 2018 – I have no explanation for that (watching tv – no connection; looked at ceiling, there it was). Odd. “You could have a sugar dummy eating guardian angel !” – LOL.
😋😋😋
BC30,
I want to be a fairy when I grow up!
🤣 I had a good laugh. 🤣
Hello BC30, glad you found it funny 🙂