I’ve been away, but still reading.
I’ve been busy, but thinking of all the things I want to say.
I want to write, but then find someone else who says what I feel much better than I ever could.
I’ve been reading and listening to the narcissist apologists, which does nothing good for my mood or blood pressure.
Here’s a little something from a self-aware, diagnosed narcissist the apologists should read:
I don’t know him, but I hate him and what he does to others. It’s not a personal hate, but a visceral loathing, the same feeling I have when seeing a cobra standing up, flaring its hood, ready to strike.
If you ever had any doubts about whether or not the narcissist knows what s/he does, here’s your answer.
Something more cheerful coming soon…