05/30/2025
RULES OF A NARCISSIST
Do as I say, not as I do.
Double standards aren’t a flaw in my world—they’re the foundation. I demand perfection from you, but I’m free to act without accountability. My actions are never up for question, but yours will be scrutinized under a microscope.
I'm never wrong.
I don’t apologize. I don’t reflect. I rewrite reality to make myself the victim or the hero, never the villain. If you challenge me, prepare to be gaslit until you question your own sanity. I’ll shift blame so expertly that you’ll wonder if you started the fire I lit.
It's my way or the highway.
Compromise is weakness. Obedience is loyalty. Disagree with me, and you’ll feel the freeze of silence, the sting of rage, or the5 sudden withdrawal of affection. You’re allowed a voice—until it contradicts mine.
The world revolves around me.
Your dreams, emotions, and boundaries are secondary to my needs. If you expect empathy, you’ll get indifference. If you seek support, you’ll find criticism. I expect admiration, attention, and praise at all times, even when I give you nothing in return.
I don't like to be number 2.
I must be the best, the brightest, the most admired. If you outshine me, I’ll belittle you, compete with you, or subtly sabotage your success. I see others’ accomplishments not as inspiration—but as threats.
If I'm not happy, nobody is going to be happy.
Your peace irritates me if it exists without my permission. If I’m in a bad mood, I’ll start a fight, pick at your insecurities, or create tension just to feel in control. Misery is contagious—and I intend to spread it.
If you are happy, I'll soon change that.
Your happiness, if it doesn't originate from me or revolve around me, is dangerous. I’ll mock it, minimize it, or manipulate you until that joy fades and I’m once again the center of your emotional universe.
We'll do it my way.
Even if my way is chaos, dysfunction, or destruction, it must be followed. I value control over peace, and dominance over harmony. I’d rather see you broken and obedient than strong and independent.
Your needs are negotiable—mine are non-negotiable.
You’re expected to give endlessly, love unconditionally, and stay loyal eternally, even when I give nothing in return. My feelings are sacred; yours are disposable.
If you try to set boundaries, I’ll test, break, or punish them.
Your resistance is seen as betrayal. Your attempt to protect your space will be twisted into selfishness or rejection. Boundaries threaten my power—so I’ll trample them with charm, rage, or guilt.
If you ever leave me, I’ll either destroy your reputation—or pretend you never mattered.
You’re either my possession or my enemy. If you walk away, I’ll rewrite the story to make you the toxic one. And if I can’t control you, I’ll make sure no one else admires you either.
Love, to me, is control disguised as affection.
I’ll shower you with charm when I want something, then turn cold when you need me most. I confuse attention with love, manipulation with care, and domination with intimacy.
Remember: it’s not about connection, it’s about control.
And as long as you stay under my spell, I’ll keep rewriting the rules—until there’s nothing left of you that doesn’t serve me.
