This is why I run away when I sense an approaching Instagram moment.
“You know what Zach? For as long as I’ve known you I’ve always thought you were either autistic or had Asperger’s.”
I’ve spent so much of my twenties testing myself, seeing how far I could go before I retreated to what felt safe. That’s why I met the man off Grindr. I wanted to see if I could hook up with a stranger and have it feel okay, even though I already knew the answer.
I am a narcissist. I have always expected special treatment, and been hurt or offended when I didn’t receive it.
What does one do when encountering a narcissist for the first time? The simple answer: grab your running shoes and start your first 5k right there in the middle of the cocktail party!
We could all be called narcissists, because we are all principally in charge of our own selves, and therefore very interested in examining and documenting those selves.
Emotions that are supposed to peak in 8th grade, stays with them and becomes an enormous part of their identity and ultimately, their narcissism.
When I say I’m in love with you, I mean I love the story I can tell to my next lover, about my ex-lover, about how beautiful things were, how intense, how storybook, what a couple we were, and how you gradually, inexplicably, painfully, bit by bit, disappeared.
Without God, a partner, five-year plan, or any plan, there’s little in life to consider save one’s premature mortality.
As a tween, I communicated with boys physically from a distance. I think this is one definition of self-consciousness.