Saturday, February 20, 2016

Narc Club

The first rule of Narc club is to never talk about the narcissist .
The second rule of Narc Club is to never talk about the narcissistic.
They can say anything they want about you but you are never supposed to fight back. 
In the interest of full disclosure this post is mainly excerpted from the movie "Fight Club". 
I have changed the names to Narcissist to expose the guilty.    
The narcissist is infectious human waste, they are confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she they won't commit to anything.”  In one of the first scenes of "Fight Club" "Marla Singer" the  antagonist to Brad Pitts and Ed Norton's  fractured protagonist walks away from Edward Norton and crosses a busy street without looking. After he calls out to her, she walks back across and doesn't look again. Traffic is zooming on either side  and she is oblivious to her peril. All I could think of, was how much like the average narcissist this is. At least as metaphor. They do what the want, whenever they want to do it, And like lemmings jumping to their death  they march forward leaving the day in and day out cares of responsible living to someone else. They are narcissists. It's up to the drivers to make sure they can cross safely and don't get flattened like a squashed cat on a hot summer road. And if they do get run over, someone else must suffer the trauma of scooping them up like a scorched  pancake and sliding their body into an ambulance. They are narcissists. They can't be bothered worrying how they bother others. But on a long enough timeline the survival rate for narcissists drops to zero. Just like the rest of us.  But you'll never get them to believe they aren't immortal. It's been said that the first requisite to immortality is death. Which means me and you are going to shuffle off the mortal coil whether we like it or not. And so are they. Life is too short to worry about people that hate you.Next time a narc gives you any shit call 911 and try this!

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

 If you are  reading this, and self identify as personality disordered and you rage at and dominate the people around you?  And you refuse to get help because you think you don't need it.  This warning is for you.  Every word of this useless print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. 

17 comments:

Judith said...

I love this movie. My favorite scene is the one when Edward Norton beats himself up in his boss' office. I never knew what to make of the Marla character.

q1605 said...

She's pretty scattered.

mulderfan said...

My pet narc...I call him that because he follows me faithfully hanging on my every word, would tell you those rules are not FAAAAAIIIIR! Just like it's not fair for bloggers to only tell THEIR side of the story.

Joan S said...

One thing I've noticed on tv is that when someone gets drunk, they will drive off, for that everyone has to order a cab for them, take their car keys, and its like that. I can't imagine getting falling down drunk, making a fool of myself, then going to work at a billion dollar corporation, that I own, but this happens on tv a lot. They can run companies, but need a babysitter when they drink. The truth is in the not giving a crap, unless you have to.

On another note, I caught myself going all silent when someone gets weird. Or when I ask hubby to pick something up for me at the store, and when he gets home, its hard for me to ask if he got it. Sometimes he forgets, and its ok, but I always feel like I accused him of forgetting, not that I did that, but I feel like I'm accused of accusing. That's narc programming right there, don't make them feel bad. Sometimes I just wait till he gives me the item I asked for, rather than ask if he picked it up, in case he forgot. Not that he accuses me of accusing him, but its where I tend to keep on my toes.

q1605 said...

Ya know. If your GC was so unjustly maligned, and if he was so sick of the one sided nature of your story he could start his own blog. Then he could spin it any way he wanted. So there must be some truth in what you say. It's like a court of law. If you don't object to procedure or testimony in the original trial you are as good as validating it as truth. Any thing that you want to use in a later appeal must be objected to the first time through or you can't bring it up later.

Five Hundred Pound Peep said...

Fight Club always disturbed me. I am not sure I got the message. The people in it seemed to be masochists always signing up to get the crap beaten out of them. Why didn't they walk away? Maybe that is a metaphor for dealing with narcs, Why play anymore? Quit the damn club.

Speaking of narcs who think they are immortal, it seems many of them do skate by. Life is really strange when you are in your late 30s and your 60 year old mother has a fuzz-buster long after their use went out of style and is driving 95 miles per hour on the highway and you are gripping the door praying not to die. I think I knew then she believed herself immortal. She saw herself obviously above the riff-raff. It was my first time with her in a car for the first time in 18 almost 20 years and the LAST.

q1605 said...

Joan one of the main rally points that my mom and her henchman raised against me after I went NC was that I got shit faced and backed into their car one night as I was leaving. They always leave the part out about me all but begging them to let me sleep it off on their couch and them basically telling me to leave or I will kick your ass. If they were a bar and threw me out and I ran over someone they would have been held accountable for serving me and letting me drive off. But what I got instead was them all joining together to kiss my moms ass while they comforted her telling her what a fuck up I am. And the truth be known I wasn't being a sloppy drunk that night. No more than I have put up with out of them. What that guy was really mad about was he had to get up and go to work the next morning and his "wife" was notorious for crawling in to bed with any guy that got left there in the morning. What it REALLY boils down to is that she (my mother) had pushed me around the bend and it was easier to wag her tongue about me to them than it was to call me and make things right with her son.

mulderfan said...

Shit, Q! Now you've gone and hurt his widdle feelings!

q1605 said...

Your Brofer? He still checks in over her multiple times a day

q1605 said...

Peep I think the main message was how gen X er's wander around with no true sense of identity. But I also had a passing thought that it can also be a metaphor about how we essentially hold still while our narcs give us a beat down.

q1605 said...

One of these days I am going to let this BS go...... just not today. Sis has her file cabinet sorted out but I think taking care of my mother and her taking a huge dump on me for my effort brought it all back up to the surface.

Five Hundred Pound Peep said...

Agree about Gen X lack of identity. I feel like I am caught in a fun house mirror in hell, with all the correctors and Mrs. Fix Its, sometimes I think some of these people hate me because I have an identity outside of the demographic categories we have been assigned by the corporations.

I think the Fight Club people were bored and pissed off but they were fighting the wrong people among themselves. Maybe the movie was indoctrination that the system always wins and well go fight among yourselves that's all youll get to prove your manhood, since they do the divide and conquer thing so well.

"€œI see in the fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables, slaves with white collars, advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of the history man, no purpose or place, we have no Great war, no Great depression, our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives, we've been all raised by television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won't and we're slowly learning that fact. and we're very very pissed off.â€￾"

It's more messages to Generation X, "you're screwed"

I saw the movie, and was disturbed by it, even in a philosophical, spiritual sense.

Five Hundred Pound Peep said...

The power that be narcs wanted Gen X to hold still for their beating.

I thought to myself the other day millennials are the weakest generation ever...[sorry to be generalizing here, and wanted to puke when I saw this young wispy man wearing an "OBEY" T-shirt. I said to my husband if someone gave me a shirt that said "Obey" on it, I'd burn it, as we drove by this scene, I guess Generation X, got this started with the training to be apathetic slackers in the 1990s, but really the powers that be were dismantling the economy. They wanted young people who had given in to despair, resignation and kicking each others own asses. [LOL sorry to be so crass but have thought about that movie for a long time]

q1605 said...

I think they are very easy to dictate to as far as what to buy. When I was a kid we got a couple of movies a year about a guy living in the woods with a curmudgeonly bear. Now they are all loading up and going to dance competitions across country and having these computer generated dance off. All of course done with the perfect T-shirts and sneakers and impeccably made up with hair that comes in a color that humans have never before seen and not one strand out of place. And don't even get me started on the money these kids spend on their nails. I could buy my wardrobe for the year on what they spend on mani's and pedi's each month.

q1605 said...

I just don't remember being pandered to. Of course everything was to the entitled adults of the 50's. My parents barely fed and clothed me and my sister but always had a new car and steaks on the grill. Kids were to be seen and not heard. While they walked around doing things that would get them put in jail these days.

Five Hundred Pound Peep said...

Yes they have become managed consumer demographics and they buy and do what they are directed to buy and do. Very few independent thinkers. I find myself wondering if there will be any artists but then I guess they will be the mass produced types. Yes the manis and pedis is insane. The boys look like girls to me. They all seem to wear the same clothes.

Yes 50s was so different, they got away with a lot more and the kids got less. Suppose the 60s helped a little with children's rights. Not much but a little.

q1605 said...

I was actually born in the fifties but didn't really come of age until the 60's. Kids were treated like baggage. I talked to my sister about our mothers tendency to drop us off at a new school and drive away. I don't think people could do that now but with my mother that was preferable to her potentially for making a scene over nothing or rubbing the crotch of any male in attendance.