covertunsure wrote:On the train today, I felt a girl looking at me. I'd been feeling deflated before by not being admired at the train station, so I guess I took that out on her and assumed a look of smugness/haughtiness when I felt her eyes on me, at which point she immediately looked away and even pulled her purse onto her laptop from the train seat between me and her. IMO, this was clear retaliation for my smugness/haughtiness, which I feel is a protective mechanism, as is all/most covert narcissism.
I'm stuck in a fear of not being admired, stared at, and thought of as attractive by EVERYONE (every girl and gay guy) to confirm my perfection and being the best looking person, in order I guess to protect myself from vulnerability and rejection.This fear manifests itself in acting smug, haughty, superior, etc. as narcissists do, in public, then when that attitude isn't accepted or confirmed by others, decompensating into a shell of self-deprecation, shame, misery, suicidal and homicidal thoughts, and even aggression a few times in my case. And most importantly, this vicious circle perpetuates itself and causes MORE vulnerability and *fear* of vulnerability.
When I try to integrate myself more with society, I get caught up again in not wanting to be/feel average and then again perceive that I'm not being admired or accepted as the superior being I feel I am, which causes more anxiety and fear, and subsequently again retreat back into my shell of superiority and narcissism, perpetuating the cycle. Every single day. Rinse and repeat. I'm feeling completely hopeless and despondent about it.
It's made worse by the fact I have autistic symptoms, as my psych confirmed recently (not full on Aspergers, but traits). These symptoms with the attendant inability to properly read body language and facial expressions, likely leads me to misinterpret people's reactions and expressions conveniently in confirmation of my fear that they hate and are rejecting me.
This is so much like me, and I think you really express well the feelings of a covert somatic.
With me, what I've come to speculate about myself, is that being seen as physically attractive, or
thinking one is being seen that way, is about the only way anybody could possibly like me, since my personality is so pathetic. I think most people find my cerebral side boring, confusing, annoying and pretentious.
Over the decades I've developed a way of tuning my insecurities out to a degree that they seldom show on my face. I walk down the street and am out and about with a very calm, unperturbed, sometimes upbeat, confident, cheerful and friendly look on my face. I become, and manifest, the self I want to project. Only once in a very long while, when I'm particularly upset about something, does this mask slips, and people notice and react to it with their own facial expression and body language. I think this happens to a lot people. They fret about projecting negatively with their face, this fear actually ensures they do, someone sees them and mirrors it, and it's a loop chain reaction. But I suspect it happens to covert narcissists even more, and I also suspect that there are more covert narcissists out there than have ever dreamed they are. I only became self-aware about this after a long journey following an emotional crisis about 4 years ago.
I will admit here, that over the many long decades, and even today, I think I've "turned heads" and physically attracted people and those rare moments when it's been relatively obviously, were "rushes" I'll remember in perfect detail. It's addicting. There are a few girls I see on my rounds, shopping, etc., and maybe males too, who habitually glance at me with a half-haughty, half-bored look on their face, and actually I even get a little supply from that, thinking they're trying to hide their true attraction to me. I'll make it clear here, however, that most of the time I feel like a disgusting pig.
Now, I will admit there could be a fair amount of distortion in my perception of all this, but I suspect I'm reading much of it right. Also, I'm not trying to conquer anybody. Beyond an addiction to the rush and memory trophy these episodes of "being noticed" create, I'm terrified of going any further.
The inner life of the secret schizoid is incommunicable.