Narcissists love introverts. Introverts possess something narcissists will never have, narcissists want to absorb what to them is a mystery, which is why they seem vampiric in nature. Once their “needs” are met, they set about destroying, taking advantage of introvert’s vulnerabilities, the very thing they think they now possess. Be careful you don’t throw your pearls before swine. Narcissists are cruel and heartless while craving an introvert’s inner sanctum.
I can’t tell you how many times I tried to squeeze myself into the extrovert box. That whole mental trapeze act of pushing yourself out of your comfort zone because “once you get there, you’ll have fun”? Yeah… not always true.
So bizarre… I was driving yesterday and was thinking about myself… and now this post came out of nowhere. I, for example, excuse myself each time to others and want them to know that if I’m looking quiet it’s just that I need to meet them a second time and then I’ll be normal, just imagine… normal 😂 So I’m not basically normal in my own eyes. I’m very polite and very caring and helpful, but I’m dreading a question from a stranger: Hi, how are you? And the reason for that is I’m struggling with small talk and I prefer Hi with strangers. But how are you is only for people close to me because I’m not answering I’m ok—I need to tell how I really am, what happened today, etc.
I’m thinking why I don’t like to go to clubs and bars and labelling myself as if something is wrong with me too. Labelling myself weird as I only love my time with my partner and kids, and because I’m not one who has coffee chats with other people I’m weird too. I absolutely love nature and my garden, and I’m labelling myself weird for this too, as sometimes I’m thinking I’m boring maybe 😂😂 I’m not, and my kids and partner don’t think that and my closest friends don’t, but it plays in the back of my mind 😂 I love my morning cup of tea in peace and even that sometimes gives me mixed feelings.
At the same time, the most bizarre of all is that my partner is an introvert and I’m protecting him so much so that he doesn’t feel how I feel sometimes. I always say to him: don’t feel guilty for rest, don’t feel guilty for reading or journaling. If you want to sit on a bench and just relax, I’ll go and take pictures of flowers, etc. But when it’s me I have a huge rucksack of thoughts about why I might be boring or not quite right for this world 😂😂 And boring is interesting too. I have read so many books and we can have the deepest conversations, I love fully, help, support, and care, but still worry because, for society, I’m weird since I don’t like clubbing, don’t do coffee with moms from school, etc.
I feel completely me with my family, but when out I’m still smiling, still kind, but still dreading the question how are you from a stranger 😂 Mad, isn’t it? 😂😅
This article is just what I needed. I see my life in every word. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 🙏🏻
Seems like so many lives are little bit similar
Narcissists love introverts. Introverts possess something narcissists will never have, narcissists want to absorb what to them is a mystery, which is why they seem vampiric in nature. Once their “needs” are met, they set about destroying, taking advantage of introvert’s vulnerabilities, the very thing they think they now possess. Be careful you don’t throw your pearls before swine. Narcissists are cruel and heartless while craving an introvert’s inner sanctum.
You hit me right in the “Shit Happens”.
Great Read! Things I never thought about but really make absolute perfect sense.
Thank you for sharing
I can’t tell you how many times I tried to squeeze myself into the extrovert box. That whole mental trapeze act of pushing yourself out of your comfort zone because “once you get there, you’ll have fun”? Yeah… not always true.
So bizarre… I was driving yesterday and was thinking about myself… and now this post came out of nowhere. I, for example, excuse myself each time to others and want them to know that if I’m looking quiet it’s just that I need to meet them a second time and then I’ll be normal, just imagine… normal 😂 So I’m not basically normal in my own eyes. I’m very polite and very caring and helpful, but I’m dreading a question from a stranger: Hi, how are you? And the reason for that is I’m struggling with small talk and I prefer Hi with strangers. But how are you is only for people close to me because I’m not answering I’m ok—I need to tell how I really am, what happened today, etc.
I’m thinking why I don’t like to go to clubs and bars and labelling myself as if something is wrong with me too. Labelling myself weird as I only love my time with my partner and kids, and because I’m not one who has coffee chats with other people I’m weird too. I absolutely love nature and my garden, and I’m labelling myself weird for this too, as sometimes I’m thinking I’m boring maybe 😂😂 I’m not, and my kids and partner don’t think that and my closest friends don’t, but it plays in the back of my mind 😂 I love my morning cup of tea in peace and even that sometimes gives me mixed feelings.
At the same time, the most bizarre of all is that my partner is an introvert and I’m protecting him so much so that he doesn’t feel how I feel sometimes. I always say to him: don’t feel guilty for rest, don’t feel guilty for reading or journaling. If you want to sit on a bench and just relax, I’ll go and take pictures of flowers, etc. But when it’s me I have a huge rucksack of thoughts about why I might be boring or not quite right for this world 😂😂 And boring is interesting too. I have read so many books and we can have the deepest conversations, I love fully, help, support, and care, but still worry because, for society, I’m weird since I don’t like clubbing, don’t do coffee with moms from school, etc.
I feel completely me with my family, but when out I’m still smiling, still kind, but still dreading the question how are you from a stranger 😂 Mad, isn’t it? 😂😅
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