Saturday, May 21, 2016

Quit asking the wrong questions.


Below this is a quote from the movie "Good Will Hunting." I think it illustrates the gulf between Narc thinking and the way the rest of the world thinks.  In the beginning he breaks a proposed job down into a linear recounting in the way I think a narcissist thinks. He go's into his working a job and code breaking and blah blah blah. Then he switches into normal thinking and says why bother with all that other shit. I could just shoot my buddy, take his job, and give it to his sworn enemy, club a baby seal and be done with it. But for a narcissist the rest of the other shit IS the payoff. It's no fun to be a lying sack of shit if you don't take everyone down the drain with you. They are dirty people, with dirty minds, no sense of moral compass, and they love to dirty up the people that live around them. I am 58 this summer and I never had an encounter with my ex or my mother where I didn't come out of it without  feeling the need to take a shower in scalding hot bleach to de-slime myself.  They love to appear like they have virtue, they just don't want to do the work that you have to do to actually be virtuous SO! I realized in my failed quest to break down and analyze my mother's treachery about why she  joined forces with my ex, I realized I have been asking  the wrong question.  The question is not WHY did she screw the people who for decades bore the brunt of her psychopathic behavior. The real question is why did it surprise me? After 50 odd years of her never doing the right thing, and never taking the high road and screwing people who lives were already uprooted ceaselessly  by her and to no small end as my family bent over backwards to help her get past her crisis dujour. Why did I expect her to do something different on her way out.  And why did I think my ex wife would show some restraint when she has repeatedly shown me she was cut from the same nutty burlap bag as my mother. Remember my ex  is the woman who stole and hid community property and bought a boat with it and parked it at the house of her boyfriend who she was living with at the same time she was married to me. Why did it surprise me that the beast with two heads grew another one just like the other one while I was over here trying to lop off the first one.  

Will Hunting : Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. 
  So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.



Have you taken the sociopath test where they pose a question about a woman who go's to her mother's funeral and meets a nice guy. Then two weeks later she kills her sister...........Why? Go to the above link to see the puzzle all laid out for you. Or you can read my synopsis below. 
Because she met the guy at her mothers funeral and if she kills her sister she might see him again and be able to flirt with him at her sisters funeral  and maybe he will ask her out. Why doesn't she just exchange numbers and hook up after her mothers funeral? That's what makes her a sociopath. She gets more mileage out of the intricate tapestry of dysfunctional insanity as she does securing a normal relationship with the guy she likes in a normal way. There is no chaos in the second option and only the crazy way gives her the chaos she thrives on.  

This is a parade of Narcissists and they let the mask slip at the 2 minute 10 second mark. Like my mother they can only keep the facade up for so long. Notice at the end the guy asking WTF? is carrying a television he looted in the riot. 

16 comments:

Alex said...

FWIW watching that old guy rub oil on that young handsome buck gave me an erection.

Joan S said...

Alex, why don't you go back to that other blog where she calls herself an ACON.

Q your only 58? I would have given you at least a couple hundred years old. Its always the process isn't it? They don't care about the end result. Dead seals don't matter, its clubbing them that counts. Can I club Alex? I will enjoy the process, even though I'm not a narc like him. He enjoys the process too, a little too much.

So sorry Q this had to happen. We all deserved good parents.

Joan S said...

A had a narc friend once, (once?) ok this one narc friend who told me that her husband's job was going on strike, and I looked at her and she was happy about it. I mean a big smile poured over her face, eyes wide. I asked her why was she happy about it, she got angry, and accused me of being crude. Btw, she was a housewife with no income of her own, lets try and figure out that one, why was she so happy? She was not worried about not having money? I mean this one is hard.

Judith said...

I loved the movie Good Will Hunting, although I remember thinking that if only my mother had put out cigarettes in me, I'd have proof of the damage she'd done me.

q1605 said...

Alex sounds a little bouncy to me. Yeah my mothers cruelty was always verbal. She didn't walk off a murder charge because she was stupid. Really if you stop to think about it when it came to doing reprehensible things and getting away with it she was an idiot savant. Not to be confused with a person that wouldn't shoot you in the back because it the wrong thing to do but one that can bend space and time to suit her needs.

q1605 said...

Lisa used to tell me to give her what she wanted or she would start fucking other guys. I said go for it she did and I divorced her. Be careful what you ask for bitch. By that time I was like one of my mother props for her to parade in front of her parents to show them she was normal.
Joan only 58. People refer to that as middle aged. Which is true if I live to be 116 years old. For awhile I the doctors were telling me to buy green banana's for fear of them going before me.

q1605 said...

Joan my next post is to answer your questions about your friend. Bill Burr can make sense of anything even when a woman fails to make sense out of women.

Joan S said...

I want to live a long, long, time, I have too much narc bashing to do.

q1605 said...

Judith, they say if our solar system had a close encounter with a neutron star the gravity from it would be so great that it would strip the iron from our blood killing us long before it got within the orbit of Jupiter. This is my analogy to demonstrate how thoroughly A Narcissists effects our whole lives. I went back and turned on the TV and low and behold Good Will Hunting was on cable and it was at the part where Minnie Driver tell Damon about how her money was money she inherited from her father and how she would give it all back to spend another day with him. I said something like that to my mother about the farm and how I would trade it to be able to sit down to one last fried chicken and mashed potato dinner the way she used to cook it. She looked at me like I was insane. This illustrates how literal their thinking is and how little the little things mean to them. She didn't think about it long enough to acknowledge that this was impossible, so to me this proves how flat line their brain activity is and that she is so emotionally retarded that she couldn't divert her all consuming love of money for long enough to even try to digest what my point was......mmmmmmm chicken dinner....... digest. It's lunch time in Texas there fore I must eat now!

q1605 said...

She being my grandmother

q1605 said...

With Narcs I feel like Sisyphus. The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

Joan S said...

They make no sense. If a narc was in a car accident and seriously got hurt, they would be happy for giving the other driver a black eye, during the accident. They must think they are cartoons and the next clip they are ok. They would smoke you out of your own house, and if they fumigate themselves, its ok. I swear this is true in regards to narcs. they are so weird.

q1605 said...

They are like suicide bombers. They don't mind dying if they can take you with them.

Joan S said...

But suicide bombers are doing it for the love of their god and nation, noble purposes, at least that is what is in their head. A narc what is in their head? Ok, don't answer that question, please.

q1605 said...

They are ridding the world of household pests. Although if they weren't so consumed by their delusion they would spray themselves instead. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep. That's a dangerous time for me to be alone with my thoughts. I gather them in a bundle and they turn and attack me. I have to get used to that fact my mother thought she was a good mother. That all the things she did that she didn't want mentioned in polite company were OK as long as no one spoke of these things in the light of day.

mulderfan said...

Reading all of these comments is a great reminder of why I've given up trying to make sense out of insanity. Let it go. You'll never figure them out and if you do, you'll wish you hadn't.

Besides, waste of head space that I can devote to people who really count.