She appears to be in love with her words as she utters them. Maybe, it’s the glorious images those words conjure in her mind – her pristine superiority, pictures of herself and her loved ones ruling the world with an opinionated hand.
It’s no joke, but a narcissist mind at work. I’m a criminal because I see through the hollowness of her embellished language. It’s not the way the world sees her, but why should she care?
She thinks I envy her, and rightly so – for being cocooned in a blanket of imagination, never looking at life in the eye.
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Nice description of her character as “being cocooned in a blanket of imagination”. Maybe a butterfly will emerge one day.
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You topped it with a better description 😀 Thank you so much!
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Surely one of the most difficult of human deformity to remain objective with when trying to get them to behave.
What makes it so difficult is not the narcissist as much as the reaction of far too high a percentage of the people who also come into contact with such people.
Hard to deny that these others are jealous of the supremely selfish.
Thought provoking as always
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Thank you, Clark!
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“cocooned in a blanket of imagination”
Somehow it sounds like a very cosy place to be.
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It should be. Don’t we writers live there? 😊
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Yes, and don’t want to get out 🙈
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😀😀
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