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I was
raised to be polite to people and to ask them questions about themselves when conversing.
And that
works okay, as long as the other person plays by the same rules.
The danger
is that a narcissist simply talks about him or herself and at the end of the
interaction the polite person is sucked dry of any feelings of self worth.
Sometimes a
'friendship' with a narcissist can develop if there is enough entertainment
value in the relationship, you have shared experiences and/or there are open
doors that that would otherwise be
closed to the polite person.
(I didn't
say polite people are smart or even overly moral people.)
Anyway, I've
had a lifelong 'friendship' with a narcissist.
Or I did.
After
dropping contact with me during a very bleak period in my life a few years ago she
suddenly phoned yesterday.
And
immediately launched into a monologue about her relationship with her husband
& how it has been hell for years & that's why she hasn't been in touch
but it's okay now, and her mom has Alzheimer's but she doesn't care and hey
she's got this great little website going now, blah blah blah.
No apology.
No how are you.
In the old
days I would have spent hours listening.
Because
that's what friend's do. Right?
(Remember what I said about polite
people not always being smart people?)
Okay,
okay. I listened yesterday too.
I'm
Canadian. I can't help it.
But the
difference is that I could feel myself getting more and more enraged as she
blathered on.
And then I
had a meltdown.
I didn't
say anything like I should have said, but I said enough.
And then I
hung up.
Score one for painful personal growth. sigh.
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