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ou, you fucking sociopath. Give me my fucking money. Be honorable. Be a man of your word or get the fuck out of my house and out of my life.</p><p id="287f">No long-winded explanation should be necessary, just one swift well placed wave of my knife. You know what I’m talking about. Fuck you and your selective cherry picking memory. Fuck you and your gaslighting. Fuck you and your texts implying that I should fall in love with you. Fuck you and your mindfucks.</p><h2 id="c1c2">I am sick of you and your kind.</h2><p id="b656">Yes, I wish you all would drop dead, NOW. What is left of the human race has no use for you. Especially during trying times like these. The last thing we need is an epidemic of assholery. Selfish, lying, manipulative, smooth talking scum to make us question our sanity.</p><p id="ded0">I knew it when I met you. The red flags in my mind were waving. The alarm bells were ringing. The not so tiny voice in my head told me to stay away. It told me to be very careful. It told me not to run away, but to back away, slowly. I knew then that you were a danger to me, my sanity, and my life. Dangerous beyond many if not all the previous scum that have inserted themselves into my life.</p><h2 id="0060">I never trusted you, not for one millisecond.</h2><p id="2634">I knew that running away could set off your rage putting me in harm’s way or a target of your vengeance. I had to wait. I had to endure your well-rehearsed gaslighting seductive script with a smile on my face. I had to endure you telling me that you cared about me.</p><p id="7aff">I had to cut my losses at the first chance I got and count myself lucky. If you slither back into my life, I guarantee you I will be completely ruined.</p><p id="74ab">Tonight, when you said that someday I will cut you out of my life, I was supposed to say, “oh no, I would never do that,” reinforcing your hypnotic suggestion that you belong in my life. I was supposed to feel a tinge of guilt for having these very thoughts that I am writing about here, granting you more time to gain a foothold into my life. I know your technique. I am familiar with your style. I will not be manipulated in this way again.</p><h2 id="9ceb">During a moment of clarity and sanity, I had a flash, a vision of my life.</h2><p id="385b">I saw all the specific information you had meticulously collected on me. I saw your lifestyle and your acquaintances whom I have never met. I saw the fullness of the potential damage you could inflict on my life.</p><p id="af10">I saw my fingerprints on that pen you borrowed. I saw my saliva on that cup you took, supposedly, to the trash. I saw my DNA all over my car that you washed. I saw myself, innocent, sitting on death row, waiting for my execution.</p><p id=

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"99c3">Lastly, I saw your smug, self-satisfied smile as I was led to the electric chair.</p><h2 id="1638">Yes, let’s all feel sorry for the sick narcissist.</h2><p id="ce2d">Let’s show <i>them</i> compassion while blaming their chosen victims for the “coincidental” circumstances that “just happened” to them while in the company of the narcissist. After all, they can’t help the way they are.</p><p id="1463">If only those who never had to suffer the inhuman insanity of abuse at the hands of a full-blown malignant narcissist knew what their victims/survivors know. We would be much more vigilant. We would all make ourselves aware of the signs. And we certainly would never elect them, promote them, follow them, admire them, forgive them, or believe that they are in any way still human, untouched by evil.</p><h2 id="3cf7">You, my new friend, started Stage 2 too soon.</h2><p id="9b88">These last two weeks, I never trusted you. I was on full alert every time I was near you. I did what I could to escape your well-laid trap as soon as I could with minimal damage.</p><p id="218a">I know you said you will “give me” two days without you before you return to finish “your project.” After all, I want my car to be perfect, shiny, just like new, don’t I? You either forget or don’t believe that I would use the one power I have over you. If you come anywhere near me, my house, or my car, my first call will be to the police.</p><p id="e156">You weave a good story. You tell many believable lies. I know I don’t know your real name, but I bet after they take you in and fingerprint you, they will find out exactly who you are.</p><p id="3b90">Be forewarned, I am sick of playing gullible and naive around evil scum like you. I am sick of your insults. I am sick of you assholes thinking that I should fall for your stupid mind tricks. I am slightly amused that you think 2 weeks of gaslighting and manipulative lies is enough to trust, never mind fall in love with you.</p><h2 id="f9a7">Because of you I am finished with the human race.</h2><p id="5779">In my more innocent youth, I never could have imagined the sick, sick depths of depravity that people would sink to. It is still difficult to believe that there are many, many more just like you.</p><p id="2923">You don’t know it, but you’ve succeeded. You have convinced me to remove my love, my light, and my friendship from the world. After “experiencing” you, I could never open myself up to anyone ever again. I know no one cares, but you’ve lost more than you will ever know.</p><p id="e923">This loss of our humanity, this epidemic of narcissism will open the gates to Hell drowning this planet in spiritual darkness. Now, I’ve made my peace with that. Lord knows we deserve it.</p></article></body>

This Epidemic of Narcissism must be Exposed for the Danger that it is to Humanity

I will never trust another human being again.

To the Latest Narcissist to Enter My Life,

You got me to stop believing in human rights. I now know that humans are scum. Humans, like you, should not have rights, and deserve to die. You have proven to me a belief that hundreds of scum before you had laid the groundwork for, preparing me for your arrival.

Human beings, if they ever had souls, care, love, compassion, empathy, a sense of fairness or justice, kindness, or mercy, have lost those qualities. They have become the scum sucking lying, backstabbing, thieving, gaslighting assholes I find around me every day these days.

You took my last strand of hope.

A foolish remainder from an earlier time. You pulled it out from a place in me that I had long ago sealed up. I didn’t know it was there. You took, that useless childish concept and crushed it mercilessly beneath your feet without a moment’s hesitation, without a thought for me, without any sense of common decency, without any thought for me as a person who deserved to be treated with dignity.

Listen scum, I don’t know what makes you think that you can advance to Stage 2 in your fucked up plan to enslave and crush what remains of my soul. I don’t know what makes you think you’ve earned my trust. You haven’t. Just because I don’t bring up your gaslighting lies doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten.

Not mentioning your trespasses doesn’t mean I have given you permission to continue. In no way does it mean I give you permission to criticize me, cut me down, and make me feel less than human, unworthy of all that your thieving, lying, scumfuck ass has done for me.

Not this time, asshole. Never again. No more.

I wish that I could just slit your throat right where you stand.

There with your smug disbelieving look as I bring up the fact that less than 24 hours ago you said you were bringing me the $400 you owed me. Where did the money go?

Yes, you washed and waxed my car. I can see that. Did you hurt your little pinky finger? Aww. You poor thing. Yes, you do so much for me. I owe you so much.

Here’s my fake sympathy for you, you fucking sociopath. Give me my fucking money. Be honorable. Be a man of your word or get the fuck out of my house and out of my life.

No long-winded explanation should be necessary, just one swift well placed wave of my knife. You know what I’m talking about. Fuck you and your selective cherry picking memory. Fuck you and your gaslighting. Fuck you and your texts implying that I should fall in love with you. Fuck you and your mindfucks.

I am sick of you and your kind.

Yes, I wish you all would drop dead, NOW. What is left of the human race has no use for you. Especially during trying times like these. The last thing we need is an epidemic of assholery. Selfish, lying, manipulative, smooth talking scum to make us question our sanity.

I knew it when I met you. The red flags in my mind were waving. The alarm bells were ringing. The not so tiny voice in my head told me to stay away. It told me to be very careful. It told me not to run away, but to back away, slowly. I knew then that you were a danger to me, my sanity, and my life. Dangerous beyond many if not all the previous scum that have inserted themselves into my life.

I never trusted you, not for one millisecond.

I knew that running away could set off your rage putting me in harm’s way or a target of your vengeance. I had to wait. I had to endure your well-rehearsed gaslighting seductive script with a smile on my face. I had to endure you telling me that you cared about me.

I had to cut my losses at the first chance I got and count myself lucky. If you slither back into my life, I guarantee you I will be completely ruined.

Tonight, when you said that someday I will cut you out of my life, I was supposed to say, “oh no, I would never do that,” reinforcing your hypnotic suggestion that you belong in my life. I was supposed to feel a tinge of guilt for having these very thoughts that I am writing about here, granting you more time to gain a foothold into my life. I know your technique. I am familiar with your style. I will not be manipulated in this way again.

During a moment of clarity and sanity, I had a flash, a vision of my life.

I saw all the specific information you had meticulously collected on me. I saw your lifestyle and your acquaintances whom I have never met. I saw the fullness of the potential damage you could inflict on my life.

I saw my fingerprints on that pen you borrowed. I saw my saliva on that cup you took, supposedly, to the trash. I saw my DNA all over my car that you washed. I saw myself, innocent, sitting on death row, waiting for my execution.

Lastly, I saw your smug, self-satisfied smile as I was led to the electric chair.

Yes, let’s all feel sorry for the sick narcissist.

Let’s show them compassion while blaming their chosen victims for the “coincidental” circumstances that “just happened” to them while in the company of the narcissist. After all, they can’t help the way they are.

If only those who never had to suffer the inhuman insanity of abuse at the hands of a full-blown malignant narcissist knew what their victims/survivors know. We would be much more vigilant. We would all make ourselves aware of the signs. And we certainly would never elect them, promote them, follow them, admire them, forgive them, or believe that they are in any way still human, untouched by evil.

You, my new friend, started Stage 2 too soon.

These last two weeks, I never trusted you. I was on full alert every time I was near you. I did what I could to escape your well-laid trap as soon as I could with minimal damage.

I know you said you will “give me” two days without you before you return to finish “your project.” After all, I want my car to be perfect, shiny, just like new, don’t I? You either forget or don’t believe that I would use the one power I have over you. If you come anywhere near me, my house, or my car, my first call will be to the police.

You weave a good story. You tell many believable lies. I know I don’t know your real name, but I bet after they take you in and fingerprint you, they will find out exactly who you are.

Be forewarned, I am sick of playing gullible and naive around evil scum like you. I am sick of your insults. I am sick of you assholes thinking that I should fall for your stupid mind tricks. I am slightly amused that you think 2 weeks of gaslighting and manipulative lies is enough to trust, never mind fall in love with you.

Because of you I am finished with the human race.

In my more innocent youth, I never could have imagined the sick, sick depths of depravity that people would sink to. It is still difficult to believe that there are many, many more just like you.

You don’t know it, but you’ve succeeded. You have convinced me to remove my love, my light, and my friendship from the world. After “experiencing” you, I could never open myself up to anyone ever again. I know no one cares, but you’ve lost more than you will ever know.

This loss of our humanity, this epidemic of narcissism will open the gates to Hell drowning this planet in spiritual darkness. Now, I’ve made my peace with that. Lord knows we deserve it.