I am amazed at malignant narcissists and their win at all cost approach to life. Even with nothing to win, the struggle wages on in their mind. Long after every one else has folded up and gone home.
There can be no winners in their grab for power, only varying degrees of loss.
For them. For whom they engage. For the innocent that get caught up in their lunacy. For everyone who is forced to come in contact with the narcissist.
And still they fight. Grasping at straw logic. Babbling in some tongue only they can decipher.
Down they go, gurgling like DeNiro at the end of Cape Fear.
Sit back and watch them unravel.
"I know you are but what am I."
Their final call to arms.
Even as they melt into primordial narcissistic jabbering oblivion, we are supposed to treat them with the respect they give no one. Handle them with kid gloves. Walk around them on tippy toes. Treat them like royalty surrounded by egg shells lest they get their fragile feelings hurt.
All while they blast us with that Howitzer mouth. So intent on having the last word it matters not if any one can understand.
"I'm rubber and you're glue and ......hey come back here and listen to ... hey! I said come back!"
"That's what I thought." "Can't fight my razor's edge logic and my size 27 clown shoes can ya?"
Then, like a cat who just had the hair on his ass bitten off by the dog, they stroll on, checking to see if anyone saw.