The Pursuit of Revenge
I know you hate me. Your kind are filled with love and then filled with hate. There is no need to deny it. It is a normal reaction for someone like you and one which I entirely endorse and encourage. I know you will try and mask that burning anger that you feel by saying you pity me or that you have nothing but contempt for me but I can see it. Those sensational eyes of yours that once blazed with desire, passion and most of all hope, are now filled with the churning, billowing flames of hatred. Some of you will fight to contain this sensation. You fear that by giving in to this hatred that you will somehow be on a level with me. I can ease your fears in that regard. You are nowhere near my level and nor were you. I placed you far higher than me to begin with. Yes it was artificial and all part of my design but you had no complaint then did you? You did not object or demur when I thrust you skywards and planted you no that pedestal. Of course you did not. Who would? Nobody would and least of all somebody like you. Now you are on your true level, way down below me, cast onto stony ground, broken and shattered. Amazing though isn’t it how you managed to summon such an anger from somewhere. How many times had you said to your confidantes that you felt numb (yes they were reporting back to me). Yet now look at you. A seething, glowering fireball of hatred and it is all directed at me. I adore this.
You want to destroy me. I know you do. You all do. The one before you was exactly the same as the one before was and the one before her. The next one will be just the same,although I do still hold out some hope that she might just be different and somehow avoid the mistakes all those who have gone before have made. I have seen this hatred many times and your desire for revenge is strong. Of course it is. I made it this way. Everything I did as I brought you down low was programmed to cause you to eventually explode into hatred. From elation to despair, through broken to numb. Eventually the switch would be flicked and as puppet master I ignite the fire beneath you which stokes the flames of hatred. Despise me, go on, do it. Send those wicked words towards me. Tell me what a bastard I am. Keep it coming. Pull you hair, wave your fist and stamp your feet. Tell me how you are going to scratch my car. Feels good does it not? Believe me, it feels even better being on the receiving end of your bile and hate. Go on, sit with your friends and plot your revenge, I can feel you all huddled around your cauldron as you try and concoct ways at getting back at me. I feel so powerful knowing you are focussed on seeking retribution. This is what I want. I want to bask in the heat of your anger, I want to be covered in the disgust and distaste that you will spew towards me. I want you scheming, hatching and planning. By hurting you do deeply I plant inside you that overwhelming desire to get even with me. It happens every time and is all part of my master plan to ensure you, my beautiful appliance keep pouring fuel in my direction. I make you seek revenge for in doing so, your planning and ham-fisted execution of the same give me what I want. Fuel. You are blinded with your hatred so that you fail to realise you will not succeed in gaining revenge, not by shouting, spitting and scratching. Oh no, this overload of howling anger is just a banshee of fuel to me. I will twist and shift as I thwart your attempts, laughing at your pathetic efforts to try and get one over on me. This will spur you on as I lead you on yet another merry dance as I continue to take from you exactly what I need. So please, seek your revenge. You will not get it but I will be delighted seeing you try.
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LOL. Wonder Woman Sindy oliberates Superman Ken and Batman Ken – triangulating – putty in her hands…… she’s gonna make jam and mincemeat out of them – starting with the tenderiser and ending with the blender…. The wonders of kitchen gadgets LOL. Plastic recycling at it’s best.
Omid is next………..
Your information is extremely helpful. I’m glad to have stumbled onto this website in my search for why my life’s biggest regret of the past 2+ decades was constantly lying to me, along with other deplorable behavior. That investigation led to psychopaths, then the narcissist, followed by incorrectly identifying myself as one, then realizing that I’m married to one and that’s why that person intentionally brings out the worst in me. Actually, I accept 50% responsibility for my very angry responses and retaliation to the button pushing.
It’s very risky taking revenge against someone with no qualms with involving innocent parties. You have to back down while triangulating their concern of what others think of them, so that hopefully they’ll think twice about taking things out on that innocent party again. I’m still in the trial phases of how far is too far with deploying his behavior back at him. It’s tiring always being on defense and difficult to love your enemy.
The advice of go when you know is great advice, but God said he hates divorce in Malachi and Psalms says, If my people would listen to me and would live the way I want, then I would defeat their enemies. I would punish those who cause them trouble.
I need to remind myself daily, Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.
Revenge – no.
Rather – a lesson 🙂
Anger and protest – that’s what I’ve felt many times. Hating “my” narcissist – never.
If I hated him, I’d be free from him.
I feel general hatred, disgust and contempt towards people who are mean towards other people and animals.
I hate the old bastard who raped me when I was just a kid. I hope it’s rotting under the sand already.
I do not perceive “my” narcissist like that. Despite many “rapes” of my psyche, I am able to understand him …
You could even say that he shaped me in some way. I’m not as innocent and naive as I used to be. Detriment. But now I understand people even more – and I find even more excuses for them 🙂
I am a hopeless case 🙂
Reminds me of a song by pink and eminem = Revenge
Like Leo in The Revenant
Abel in that Bible bit
Revenge is sweet, isn’t it?
I really, really hope for it
I know that it won’t fix a thing
A song like this that I could sing for you
All the feels you make me do
A nightmare fucking coming true
I wish I was a lawyer, I would sue you
Sue you, take your dog,
Take your house, take your shoes, take your heart
Here comes that singing part
I’m daydreaming
Let me count the ways
How I’ll get you, or how I’ll make you pay
Babe, I’m hurting and now you’ll feel the same
That’s my plan, that’s my plan, that’s my plan
I got it. I got my revenge. Best served glacial. He’s pretending it doesn’t bother him but it absolutely does. And I no longer get angry. I feel indifferent 98% of the time. I exposed him (but I’ve kept some in reserve and there’s plenty more to expose) and got everything he wanted except the primark slut. He gets her. But she isn’t so shiny anymore and she wants a baby. She has already gotten herself accidentally on purpose knocked up once already. I give it time. He’s left all the “baby mamas”. He is so jealous of all I’ve accomplished in spite of his disgusting, “lesser” behaviour. So jealous that I climbed out of the hole he shoved me in. I now know all there is to know. And I played him at his own game and he was flabbergasted. As they say, in tennis love means nothing. He now means nothing to me. As I meant nothing to him. I won. He has always said I am so much cleverer than him. The “cleverest person he knows “. It’s true. I am. He wasn’t blowing smoke up my arse.
But I never used against him until now. I always had his back and was always on his side and bolstering him and making him look and feel good. Not anymore. Check mate.