AProphet wrote:SelfSerf wrote:Such a typical narcissistic thing to do — flip a concept on its head and claim it to be the exact equal of its opposite. I wonder why we truly tend towards doing that.
Selfserf, there is hope for you. Often when you write something, I can see the genuine progress you are making.
Are you sure it´s not just projection you are indulding in? What are you basing your assumption on, I´d sure as hell like to know. Because as much as I´ve identified with some of the things you´ve posted, many of your posts have led me to believe that you are quite delusional in how you view the world. (As is anyone with NPD. None of us are the center of the universe).
Since not having any real aims in life, I just go through the motions. When I finally tire of that (since am constantly running on empty, i.e. there´s nothing to fuel my life) I start questioning what is the point. And there really isn´t any as far as I´m concerned other than to keep going (barking up the same tree so to speak). And I sure as hell ain´t seeing any progress. Rather I feel like I am just running in circles, chasing my own tail. Since I am basically manic depressive, I just trick myself into the illusion like I am able to carry on, regardless of my mental state, but when I truly feel like I´ve reached the bottom and the depth of feelings for the world hit, all is laid completely bare of any meaning and warmth. It´s like all I have left is hate.
After I discovered the vacuity of my self (not really having any center, no structure, as in not being a real person at all, in your words "more insane than I imagined" etc etc, an automaton) things really haven´t been the same. The most nagging part being my inability to care for others´ existence. They might as well not be there if they´re not there to cater to my wants and needs. And after losing every idealized connection I used to have, life just seems devoid of anything. Idealization was the fuel I used to run on, whether it was certain people I deemed high status, causes or whatever other concepts I put my faith in to save this mess but now I just see how mad I have been my whole life.
There is a very tiny part of me that believes in meaning but that is also the part that has enabled me to magically think my way into relationships where I have ultimately been the user and abuser (yet deluded myself into thinking that the other one is somehow the beneficiary). I doubt there´s much ´hope´ for our kind because I don´t believe that I am capable of love and true connection which is really all that is needed for me to have any hope for living.
Also, am aware that while your post might have indeed been a kind gesture, the standard response is just to shut any of that kindness down since I truly don´t have any of that left for myself and don´t see why you would either.