That’s literally what narcissism is. The circuitry in your brain that is responsible for feeling shame and guilt and finding fault within yourself just doesn’t exist in an affected brain. The idea that something negative that happened could be his fault is like you trying to understand how 2+2 could possibly equal 5. It doesn’t even cross your mind as a thing that’s worth considering as a possibility.
If I recall correctly, it was written by Plato based on the witness of a person in an adjacent cell. By all accounts, he was not a charlatan. He kept talking to people about all his usual stuff and telling people to quit crying because it’s not that big a deal. When the guard came with the drink, he thanked him for his troubles, and asked him how to make it work the best. The guard told him to drink it, and then walk around his cell until his legs feel heavy, and then just lay down. He downed it in one pull, paced around his cell making jokes about how he was taking this so much better than everybody else around him until he had to be helped into bed. He picked that moment to remind his main student, Crito, that he owed an animal sacrifice to Asclepius, but hadn’t gotten around to it yet, and died. Legend.
Real talk though. You ever read the Apology of Socrates? It’s haunting.
My friend’s Dunning and Krueger would like to talk to you about this feeling.
I’ve always loved this painting, because it looks like he’s flipping off of God while he tells the guy in red everything that he hates about him personally. His friends behind red, are trying to get him to go home because he’s drunk and causing a scene, and the two guys in back it just came to watch the drama when they heard commotion. The bartender, who still has his tab open, is handing him another drink.
Get your normal ass, well-adjusted, vanilla bullshit out of here. I want to know what her chest hair feels like on my cheeks.
That sounds like an old-timey euphemism for some kind of STD.
And from Barbie to the Kardashians.
Max level with optional Prestige level reset is “Mineral Oil Enema”
Don’t make it weird. Just type up a little agenda with times and acts and whatnot. Add a paragraph or two at the end explaining why. She’ll know you really care. Now, whether you email her a digital copy with a signature field, or have her sign it in front of you when you pick her up is just a matter of personal style.
Me: “I regularly start drinking before 10am.”
Them: “That’s out of control and unhealthy. You should start going to meetings before you wind up dead.”
Me: “I put orange juice in it.”
Them: “tight.”
PONY AND FUCKING BOLOGNA!!
Unfortunately, this movie can no longer be made since Robin Williams is dead… Jim Carrey maybe?
Wait until he finds out that you can get whole trimmed cow femurs from the butcher.
We really need to normalize capes, both formal and casual.
You guys use an OS? I just push the electrons around my motherboard manually with a little magnet on a toothpick.
I don’t think you fully understand how narcissistic personality disorder works. If a healthy person starts getting a little too full of themselve, either because of frequent success making them feel infallible, or the Dunning-Kruger effect making them think they know more than they do, they can be brought back down by a reality check, or an embarrassing failure that inescapably shows them that they too have flaws. That’s the “shattering” or the “bubble” you’re referring to. That’s a healthy response. His mind literally doesn’t have the capacity to choose “personal failure” as an option for the cause of ANYTHING except positive results, because it isn’t even in the drop-down list. It’s super tempting to just say that it’s because he’s an asshole (he is though), but it’s a mental illness just like OCD, or schizophrenia. He could probably have masked it a little bit better when he was younger, but the clearly worsening dementia just makes it more obvious now.