Characteristics wrote:Sum1, it sounds like you get off to the English language.
I suppose that is an accurate characterisation, considering that I recently found it somewhat weird to be writing in my native language what I could have written readily in English without noticing anything in particular. I noted that it would be sad and tragic to forget the language of the honour and the heroes, as we refer to Swedish. At least the narcissists amongst us love this self-aggrandising way of describing ourselves, our language, race, wasp waists, or anything else about us. At least, this is nicer than cutting oneself, or even killing oneself.
Characteristics wrote:. . . I don't blame you <3
That you. I don't want to be blamed. In fact, to blame me is usually, one of the most dysfunctional thing that one can do to me, and perhaps to anyone.
harris wrote:You can learn techniques, behaviors, skills, etc..., but the "core" is unchangeable. You can never escape who you really are.
I don't think any aspect of human life is unchangeable except the way it ends.
Of course, it looks silly with those large, blue letters, but blue is my favourite colour, and you said you liked my histrionic ways, so this time, you have no-one to blame but yourself, but please don't. That is a dysfunctional and counter-productive behaviour too. I'm proud of having no remorse, and I wish I had no shame or embarrassment, but I wish I had some more empathy, because it's such a wonderful tool. Importantly, empathy is more than the simplistic compassion that makes me understand the most hated of society and take them in defence at the risk of being hated myself, and as I've said, that's no big deal for me, although I'd rather be loved. I've always had great compassion for people, ranging from less than normal but surpassing the norm when it comes to the people most like me... and that's why I've always understood such people as narcissists, psychopaths, criminals and Nazis better than my own family and friends. Perhaps if I had lived in the Third Reich, the Jews would have taken the place of the Nazis, but this is the 2000s, but in any case, the Jews, whom I never recall hating, have become increasingly acceptable to me, and I've even been able to get over my homophobia.
(And no, I don't think I'm better off alone anymore. The schizoid personality disorder is what made me think so, and the delusions of completeness and self-sufficiency were shattered at the same time as the delusions of grandeur.)
And interestingly, I never had compassion for the person most like me before, but after my recovery, I've even shed some tears for me, or for the child I was and who was emotionally abused. The physical abuse did little but to harden me... particularly the punch in my solar plexus which taught me that this is the perfect place to hit someone you wish to teach a lesson.