MeAgain wrote:I'm much the same. On the inside I'm a different creature to what I am on the outside. On the outside I'm nice. On the inside I'm not nice. So what? I don't concern myself with what goes on inside other people's heads. They don't need to concern themselves with my head. John and Yoko were into peace and love on the outside. Mean and indifferent on the inside. Nobody remembers them for being mean and indifferent, do they? All that an empty shell is is on the outside.
CNS. As you get older things will improve, I'm sure.
What's CNS?
Can you elaborate on not being nice on the inside? What does that mean to you, exactly?
I can relate. On the inside, I'm relatively nice, or at least I was when I was a kid. I'd empathize greatly with people and feel their pain. I still do. I tear up when I see a sad movie or commercial or sometimes even hear a sad song. I don't know who I am, really. I can also be very assertive, aside from my pathological narcissism. If I see someone doing something stupid, I'll call them out on it oftentimes, simply because I have no tolerance for #######4 (even if I perpetuate #######4 half the time--double standard). And if a process is being done stupidly, at the DMV or at a company or wherever, I'll often say something about it. I just don't have the patience for stupidity or blatant inefficiency. So I guess that's who I am—the narcissism probably weaves into that but goes beyond it, as well.