Taking the Empath To Victory

 

 

The predatory lion will watch from the grass at the wildebeest gathered at the edge of the river of the watering hole. He is waiting for his moment to strike, to pick off one of the herd which has foolishly strayed from the protection of the herd. Once that beast has ventured into the range of the waiting lion its fate has been sealed. Much like the empathic individual who has recklessly wandered back into the sphere of influence of the waiting narcissist who is ready to perform a Hoover, the wildebeest is just moments away from being captured and meeting a grisly fate. The narcissist and the hunting lion share several similarities. We are predators, kings of our environments and noble. We have the edge on the lion however. He may be able to sit unnoticed amidst the dried out grassland, his coat blending in with the sun-scorched yellows, ochres and browns, but once he makes his move and breaks cover, his intended target has a chance. It may only be a slim window of opportunity to escape this savage beast but there is an opportunity nevertheless. I am sure the proud feline would welcome being able to stroll right into that pack of waiting wildebeest, mingle with them,move about them and then strike without any of the creatures noticing that one of their number has been taken down. He can wander freely around as he takes his prey and never break cover. That is where we hold the advantage over the lion. We are able to move amongst our prey, unnoticed and even welcomed as we study and observe,choosing our moment to strike again and again and again.

With such a spectacular cloaking ability we are able to choose the choicest environments in order to ensnare a standard empath, contagion super empath or co-dependent. Just like the wildebeest that congregate at a watering hole, providing a target-rich environment for the lion, we seek out those places where we know that we will find plenty of empathic individuals and thus our quest for prime, potent fuel meets with victory. Accordingly as an empathic individual you will be well aware of the places where there are many of your kind. Those environments which require those who care, protect and nurture are prime locations for us to infiltrate and gorge on the victims that mill around us. Charities, hospitals, schools, animal rescue shelters, homeless shelters and domestic violence refuges are just some examples of the places where we will worm our way in. We have little difficulty in doing this. As you know, we are masters of mimicry with our unrivalled ability to take on the traits and abilities of others. Although empathy is an alien feeling to us we are easily able to exhibit the ways of the empath. We spend so much time amongst your kind that we know what to say, how to look and what to do so that we pass unchallenged amongst your ranks. Moreover, the thrusting dynamism that we bring, our charismatic leadership and motivational skills are highly prized in such caring places. The hard-hearted captain of industry may see finance, law, accountancy, technology and the like as ‘sexier’ environments in which to prosper but all of the above places I have mentioned where one finds a higher proportion of empathic individuals than usual have their rewards. The executives of charities are well remunerated, the leaders of hospital trusts invariably have flittering CVs and various honours attached to their names. These sectors need thrusting individuals alongside the care givers in order to ensure that the organisation is effective. This suits us perfectly. Our driven natures, our sense of entitlement and grandiose behaviour is just what is required for those top roles. Couple this with our chameleon like ability to feign that we care and that we are empathic means we ease into the charitable and caring sectors with unchallenged ease.

These environments not only provide us with plenty of succulent empaths to feast on but they present us with opportunities for easy wins. We can dazzle and shine, using our ambition to progress where others are more concerned about the delivery of care as opposed to clambering up the career ladder. These organisations need a dynamic hand on the tiller (us) combined with the delivery of caring services (you). The fact that there are empaths on tap for us to hunt down is serendipity indeed. Thus, next time you look around the management at your hospital or you are sat in a meeting with a committee of trustees for your charity there is every chance that one of our kind is sat there, lurking in the grassland, sliding a forked-tongue across those sharp, sharp teeth.

2 thoughts on “Taking the Empath To Victory

  1. GP says:

    Great, I’m a wildebeest now.

  2. Josephina says:

    HG, they are nearby, and there are many of them!!! Really a lot.
    Tomorrow I’ll be discussing the topic of C-PTSD with one of them, we’re going to record a podcast)
    Maybe we’ll talk about narcissism too… I’m honestly curious what questions he’ll ask me.
    I can picture this scene: one day in “my life” filmed on camera, and I’m pointing out all the narcissists I run into during that day.
    Here is my boss, who “rehabilitated” his wife and devalued his secondary source — and he is probably considering me for that role. Although, most likely, he won’t go through with it, because he understands there will be resistance and it could damage his facade. But at least for triangulation… everything is still ahead.
    And here is my friend, who has been giving me the silent treatment for three months now. Before that, through her lieutenants, she tried to start a smear campaign against me… but halfway through she shut it down — common sense finally prevailed.
    I walk into the doctors’ lounge and run into a colleague.
    He smiles sweetly, shows me photos of the dog he and his wife got, and compliments my sweater — a new family, clean slate, as they say.

    But his past is a different story.
    He used to beat his previous wife from time to time. He left her on their wedding day, but eventually they got married again.

    Back in our student years, he kept a notebook where he wrote down every “victory” — more than 200 women. “Everyone loved him, the life of the party.”
    When they broke up (and it happened many times), he stalked her. After one breakup, he even left her a “gift” in their old apartment: a pile of used condoms… in HER apartment, on the bed where they had been together.

    He’s also a child psychiatrist, and he snapped at his young patients several times.
    He has no idea that I know all of this.
    I smile back, praise the dog, and leave the lounge.
    Then my father calls: should he expect me for the New Year holidays, he’s ready to pay for the tickets. Holidays… there’s hope here. The last two years were more or less without incidents.

    I go to training. With my new coach I start talking, and she tells me that a girl from the gym I left came to her — and she told her about some trainer who abused her during the sessions… oh yes, that one.
    The same one who killed a man, and claimed he had never had such a difficult client — only me. Only asking around later revealed that there weren’t just ten such girls… there were many more.

    In the evening I meet with my friend. We haven’t seen each other in a long time; he got married not long ago. He told me that life is unpredictable. He had so many women, tried everything possible, and it seemed he finally found his quiet harbor. He managed to “settle down.”
    But then he met a girl in an anonymous chat and has been texting her day and night in secret from his wife for six months.
    “Should I get a divorce? I’m lying to her… to both of them? But I know nothing will come of it.”
    “Maybe this is love, I’ve never felt anything like this — you know feelings are not my thing.”
    “For the first time I don’t care that other women aren’t writing to me.”

    He programmed an AI to respond to him as if it were that girl… “so that when she can’t answer, I can still talk to her,” and so on.

    This isn’t a tragic story, it’s just a fact. There’s no suffering here. Empaths are around, normal people are around, and narcissists are around as well. Everything in life is in its proper place, as they say

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