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,

9 thoughts on “To Sin Is To Win

  1. k mac says:

    This was super frustrating. I swear I always get caught if I mess up and feel the full blow of consequences. The Narcissist, never did a consequence land!

  2. Joa says:

    I don’t mind you winning. Because in the end you will lose anyway 🙂

    With love for N2 🙂


    1. HG Tudor says:

      Not from our perspective we do not.

      1. Joa says:

        So the question – which perspective is important to me?

        His or mine?

        The answer is clear. At least for me.


        He can do whatever he wants with his perspective. I allow 🙂


        This insolence is not directed at you, HG. I’m getting ready to attack in real life. Relax. One strong blow.

      2. Rebecca says:

        That’s odd HG, with Narc1 I didn’t pay for lunches he would get me and I would get him drinks and snacks. With Narc 2 , he usually pays for outings and sometimes I do,

    2. Alexissmith2016 says:

      They just turn things around in their head Joa so that no matter what the outcome, they are always winners. I overheard a conversation last week when a middle aged female likely lower lesser was proudly announcing how she’s been barred from yet another pub and how she loves getting barred? Madness.

      But I’ve learned from this (not her obviously), and I turn things round in my head now too so that I’m always a winner hahah feels pretty damn good!

      1. Joa says:

        That’s what I mean, Alex. You hit the nail on the head!

        I’ve been doing this since I was 19-20, or so, from the moment I felt proud of myself. And no one will knock me off this pedestal on which I put myself on my own… even when I hold on to it with one finger and dangle in a funny way. Even when I lay there as dead. Straddling and struggling, but I will climb on it again. Or maybe I’ll jump a suddenly. I found this pedestal myself, it’s mine! 🙂

        I will turn each failure into my success. Attack, step on me, I want it. I’ll show you that I’m still getting up. And maybe I’ll even do two somersaults 🙂

        Look at me. It’s enough.

        Not? So run away. This is the only thing you can do.

        1. Alexissmith2016 says:

          Like a true weeble Joa, you can join the club!

  3. Asp Emp says:

    This conversation on this thread is an interesting read. It is exactly how that Lesser reacted, they’re just stupid tarmac-knuckle-draggers!

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