The Mockery of Mimicry
I love to copy. I have to copy. It is all I have known for as long as I can remember. It is my natural setting to mimic those around me. I have to fit in, I have to belong and the most effective way for me to achieve this is to replicate everything that I come into contact with. If I interact with an esteemed academic I will listen to his or her achievements and then pass those off as my own as I peel away their glittering accolades and apply them to myself.
Should I spend time with an exceptional sporting individual then their record-breaking endeavours will be purloined for my benefit and sported as my own in furtherance of my own belief in my exceptional ability. Author? Yes I have written books too. Model? Yes I do some modelling from time to time. Chef? You should try my signature dish, it is heavenly. Everyone I have dealings with presents me with an opportunity to copy an element of their personality. character or personae so that I may then present it as my own and in so doing I shine brighter and become an even more attractive prospect to those whose lives I effortlessly infiltrate.
This skill at mimicry enables me to ghost in and out of people’s lives. I know the social norms which are applicable and through careful examination and application I am able to pass as one just like you. I am a facsimile of a decent, personable and engaging individual and this allows me access to my targets without raising any alarms. My veneer of respectability has been fashioned from all those that I engage with, gathering patches, fragments, shards and pieces until they are hewn together and I drape it about me allowing me to come and go as I please.
It is however with you that I exhibit the astonishing mimicry of which I am a master. Once I have selected you as my target I have learned much about you already. With what will eventually be recognised as alarming ease, I replicate a fondness for all those things which you like and a distaste for all those things that you dislike.
Think back and you will readily recall how I love horse-riding just as you did, that I enjoyed swimming in open water just like you and my passion for the works of Geoffrey Chaucer matched yours. Those interests which were close to you became interests that were close to me.
Your appreciation of an excellent bottle of Chateau Margaux was matched by my ability to remember the applicable tasting notes and recite them to you as if it was my own appreciation. I would mimic the way you sat, copying your body language because I know, from extensive practice that this paves the way to bonding with you. I would mimic your speech patterns to form a sub-conscious link between us.
I liked blue because you liked blue. I found listening to soul music an offence to my ears but I maintained a false enjoyment of it since you liked it so much. I actually enjoy choosing from the Crustacea bar but your dislike of seafood meant that I too turned lobster and oysters away. How often did you remark aloud, to me or to your friends,
“We have so much in common.”
“We like so many of the same things it is wonderful.”
“We share so many interests, I love it.”
“We are so well matched. On every level. We really are soulmates.”
Of course we are. I made it so because I wanted to be everything you wanted. I took your long list of likes and dislikes, your catalogue of loves and hates and your grimoire of hopes and fears and I copied each and every page. I am a walking photocopier and I copied everything you wanted in order to ensure that my seduction of you was successful, encompassing and absolute.
Yet, my astonishing powers of mimicry did not end there. Goodness me no, there was more yet to come. In a particularly unpleasant twist to this malevolent skill of mine I would mimic your responses to my devaluation of you but this time it would not be a complete facsimile, I would make a slight change to my copying so that you would be undermined even further.
When you stood there crying with frustration and I drank deep of the delicious fuel you provided me, I would raise my hands to my eyes and draw pretend tears on my cheeks and make a sobbing noise to humiliate you further. Here I was letting you know that I copied everything that went before yet now I copy again but not with the perfection I once exhibited.
I allow the sting of sarcasm and the malicious mockery to infiltrate my copying of your behaviour so that your hurt and bewilderment was increased. You would shout at me and I would shout back using the exact words before standing and laughing at you as you burned with frustration, unable to find any response. You might stamp your feet in exasperation and I would do the same but with a leer of disdain writ large across my face.
There were times when you would scream. A terrified scream as my vicious manipulations would take their toll and as you tried to curl into a ball and hope you might just disappear and escape this nightmare, I would lean in close to you and mimic your scream into your ear, creating this fabricated falsetto of distress in order to further your own. Every reaction to my devaluation of you had the potential to be met by a mimicked reply from me in order to further your misery and demonstrate I did not treat your responses with any sincerity or concern.
I am the master of mimicry, the king of copying and the duke of duplication.
I am a walking and talking photocopier machine.
I put the rank in Rank Xerox.
17 thoughts on “The Mockery of Mimicry”
Interesting to read. HG you basically mirror and mimic their behaviour back at them.
I did this once to a guy and it was hilarious. He actually was really very confused by it. It was not a partner or a love interest. Just an acquaintance. He tried to wind me up, so I mirrored his behaviour right back at him. He was so confused and had absolutely no idea what to do or how to react.
Hi Anna. I don’t think you are an empath, right? Do you know where you fall, in HG’s terms. No worries if you don’t (and apologies if I’m incorrect) but as a committed poster you might know.
“Hi Anna. I don’t think you are an empath, right? Do you know where you fall, in HG’s terms. No worries if you don’t (and apologies if I’m incorrect) but as a committed poster you might know.”
That is correct. I am not an empath. I have strong empathic traits. I know what I am, but I do not know what I would be in HG’s terms. I am aware of what I am. Maybe I should do his test and see what he would term me as in HG’s terms. Could be interesting indeed. To be honest I would not want to share as I am deeply ashamed and disgusted by myself most of the time. I am so glad I live in modern day times where therapy and help is available. Of course once you know you have a certain issue and admit it, then the healing can begin. I myself though am not attracted to empaths. I have many friends who maybe empathic. I tend not to try label people or judge them. It takes me awhile to decide whether I like people or not because I am not shallow. I prefer to take my time to get to know what people are really like inside.
HG’s work is amazing. I have learned alot here and still am learning something new every day. I have been the victim of narcissitic abuse as a child, teenager and adult. His work plus therapy is helping me alot with my unattractive personality problems. To become a better person it is important to work hard.
Are you an empath annaamel?
Thankyou for your reply, Anna.
According to the ED, I am an empath. But I have many strong narcissistic traits as well. I sometimes have to wrestle them into submission.
I’m sorry you feel ashamed and disgusted with yourself. That would be very painful. I’m sorry too that you have experienced abuse throughout your life. I’m sure there is a connection between those two things and I hope that the therapy you’re undertaking is helping you pull apart those links so you can see a yourself with a different perspective.
Would certain narcissist schools/cadres be more prone to mimicking/mirroring (not sure your terminology) medical diagnosis? Would they change the end disease/disorder diagnosed but keep other details identical…like going to x number of doctors for so many months? Or their parents hiding the potential diagnosis from them? Or anything else similar?
Would certain schools/cadres be more prone to mimicking/mirroring someone’s sexuality? To the point where it feels like mockery?
Thank you so much for your time. I greatly appreciate it.
Thank you, Sir.
1. Would they attribute this copying behavior to “empathizing” due to “toxic empathy?”
2. Would they then rapidly back off copying or start copying another person or internet trend, if there was little if any response?
1. Some would not consider the why of the behaviour at all. Some would put it down to the way they felt (or rather how their narcissism makes them feel) about that person.
2. Possibly or shift to a different form of manipulation.
HG, RE: 2 – through my own observations, I’d suggest that both can occur simultaneously. It’s only when it is experienced often, it becomes more obvious.
Thank you, Sir. I appreciate your time.
You are welcome.
1. What would their narcissism be making them feel?
2. I would guess this would be more likely to occur with an IPPS. What is the likelihood of this kind of manipulation being used repeatedly against a NISS?
3. It might just be dependent on fuel needs and proximity of the fuel source?
Infatuation, feeling well-disposed towards somebody.
It is likely to be used with regard to a NISS.
Thank you, Sir.
Is it still being done because of “feeling well disposed” if they make their diagnosis sound worse? Say the difference between…asthma and COPD?
Very sinister… they get punished for being gullible enough to fall into the trap.
I know you are, but what am I