To Sin Is To Win

 

 

Winning is everything to me. I have to win. This applies to every facet of my life. You will be aware of not only my desire to win but the fact that I always come up smelling of roses. I know you find this particularly unfair as this is something that has been hurled in my direction on several occasions,

“You just walk away from the carnage you create without so much as a scratch.”

“You carry on as if nothing has happened without a care about what you have done.”

“How is it that someone as nasty as you just gets to sail through life untouched?”

“You cause so much misery yet you always land on your feet.”

I am able to fire the useless employee without worrying about how that will impact on his or her life. I do know that this will improve productivity. The weak link has been expunged and the ruthlessness by which it is executed causes those still in employment to work harder. Result? It’s a win. I renege on financial arrangements which leave your position in tatters and mine intact. I use my charm and plethora of excuses to always avoid having to pay for dinner, for an evening out or a holiday. Consequently you carry the burden of our entertainment whilst my bank balance grows. Amazingly, you are aware that I out earn you but the application of my manipulative techniques results in you happily forking out for that weekend away, again. You do it because I have been so loving and charming to you. You do it because I have been so brutal to you yet you still want to please me. Whichever stance I adopt, seduction or devaluation, I secure the desired result. The win.

My lack of conscience and legendary capacity to tell lies sees me grind you into submission during any discussion about financial settlements so that you are left exhausted and just wanting an end to it all. Accordingly, you agree to a far weaker position than that which you might be entitled to. I threaten unfounded complaints to ensure I gain an upgrade, free vouchers or a better outcome for me. I have no qualms about fabricating such a position in order to secure the result I want. It’s another win.

The skill by which I control friendships sees me lob the metaphorical hand grenade into a friendship group and I will stroll away as it detonates behind me causing carnage. I watch from the side lines as friend turns on friend, based on the whispered smear campaign I have created for my own amusement. This is another win as I marvel at my power over people. Nobody has the presence of mind to direct their anger towards me. Oh no, I am too clever to be sucked into that and I can stand and observe the bitter recriminations all stemming from my behaviour. I will always move on to a new relationship without a backwards glance, my smile radiating from every picture and posting that I can muster. I leave you in abject misery as you watch dumbfounded as I find someone new in a matter of days (or more often I already have them lined up). You are staggered as to how I can do this so easily after my proclamations of undying love towards you. How can it be right that you, the one who gave everything and always behaved so properly is left distraught, confused and bereft whilst I waltz around town without a care in the world? Why am I never upset or miserable?  It seems unjust and unfair. Why do I always seem to win? Why do I get the cream, win the main prize and have the golden ticket? It is because of how I am designed. I am designed to win. That is my sole focus. By winning I gain admiration and power which gives me fuel. You know how I need that fuel and therefore to secure it I have to win. Unlike you, I have been created with the skill sets that allow me to behave without integrity, to function without a conscience and to sail through life untouched by moral concerns. Normal people are upset and troubled by my machinations, but I am not hampered by such concerns. They do not affect me. I have been fashioned to always secure the win because without it I cannot survive. That is why I have to win and that is why I always win. There is no hope for any other outcome. By the time you and others have worked out that I have been the architect of the chaos and destruction that surrounds you I am long gone. I have left town and ridden off into the sunset in search of my next victory, having conquered you before any consequences of defeat can come looking for me,

4 thoughts on “To Sin Is To Win

  1. lisk says:

    “ I threaten unfounded complaints to ensure I gain an upgrade, free vouchers or a better outcome for me.”

    Do you really do this, HG?

    I see you as more tasteful than that, even if only for the facade.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      I do not need to achieve those through complaint, they are afforded to me by reason of status. The article (like many) encompasses the many strands of narcissist in one explanation. If I split it between the schools it would be unwieldy.

      1. lisk says:

        “they are afforded to me by reason of status.”

        That’s what I figured and I appreciate your clarification.

  2. Asp Emp says:

    “lob the metaphorical hand grenade into a friendship group and I will stroll away as it detonates behind me causing carnage. I watch from the side lines as friend turns on friend, based on the whispered smear campaign I have created for my own amusement”

    These words, ring true, especially in relation to the work narcissists. Despite them not aware of being narcissists, it was eerie as if it was ‘calculated’ carnage. They instinctively ‘sensed’ people were “plotting”, hence their “need” to cause ‘division’ in between people who worked (cough, cough) together. Well, the empaths did work together until the narcissists threw in their ‘narc bombs’, like a shark swimming into a shoal of fish.

    Just like a ‘seagull manager’. Fly in, making a lot of noise and crapping everywhere before departing again.

    This organisation that I worked at were so dysfunctional because they applied people to the job titles rather than using a ‘set’ system ie recruitment & selection – basically was written BS, or non-existent. The business ‘structure’ was totally and utterly crap. They had an “operations director”. Bloody useless. Oh, yes, it was a narcissist. One that “hated” me because she is not me. According to the CEO, staff and volunteers were the ‘same’. BS. By Law, those two ‘groups’ have different ‘rights’, different “terms & conditions”. No wonder it was all dysfunctional!

    On paper, the organisation had ‘systems’. Behind the scenes, it was utter chaos.

    A strong business structure offers better protection to individuals within the organisation (staff), people who use the services (clients) and networking relationships (stakeholders ie funders / local authorities). This narcissist “operations director” had absolutely no qualms in ‘sinning to win’ grants, clients, etc.

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