*Zombie Narcopalypse
Just watching some Christmas “Walking Dead” with the family, and it occurs to me that we are in the midst of our own narcopalypse right now. It’s been brewing for a while and it seems to be gaining speed. Yes, folks. We are right smack in the middle of a Zombie Narcopalypse. Narcissistic eating machines seem to be taking over.
We have to be on the lookout for narcissist, but even more so- on the lookout for the seeds of narcissism in our own hearts- lest we become like “they are”. Interestingly- the pain and sorrow my narc brought created a wall in me. My own narcissistic wall built from the contagious virus that is narcissism- just as the narcissist walled off his own heart from the world. Many of us erect our own narcissistic boundaries against those who hurt us. Angry, spiteful walls to forever ban the zombie from ever gaining entry into our lives again. We just have to be careful that we preserve our humanity and our goodness for those who can receive it without robbing us of it.
I have wondered if I have become more of a narcissist since my tangle with my very own and I can assure you I have. Hell yes. Glad to be it. Also glad to be able to extend love, honor and respect to those who truly deserve it, so basically, I’m a freakin’ emotional ninja now. I have the cognitive ability to choose who to be kind to- and I didn’t have that before. I was conditioned to be nice to everyone. Think the best of everyone. This was my belief system- but life doesn’t work that way anymore. It saddens me to think how many of us were sitting ducks because we weren’t taught to honor our instincts, but were rather taught to override or suppress our urge to flee. We never even questioned the voice inside that was waving warning flags at every turn. Now, I teach this to everyone I can. Honor your antenna- it’s there for a reason.
So in navigating this zombie landscape, what we are in search of is those who are not the living dead. We are looking for non-afflicted people to build some kind of earthly fortress against this narcissistic new world. It’s literally like the days of Noah- if you buy into the story either in reality or symbolically. There was literally a handful of people who weren’t corrupt. Used to be pretty unfathomable- but in the last few years- not so much. My eyes are wide open now. Narcissist are everywhere, and maybe they always have been. We were just perplexed by certain people’s behaviors- but now, armed with the internet and Amazon.com, we are enlightened.
I understand the fortress they build. In understand the unfairness of the reality they’ve been dealt in some cases. I understand, because my narcissist showed me that whole world, and I have used some of his tactics to overcome my own wounding. I get it. But the damage they inflict, due to their own damage, does indeed spread like a plague. We have to isolate ourselves from this disease in our social and private lives as well as in our own hearts.
In our day and age, we are learning that the brain does indeed change, based on the thoughts you choose to think and what you expose your still malleable brain to. It’s called “neuroplasticity”. Medicinenet.com describes it like this:
“Neuroplasticity: The brain’s ability to reorganize itself by forming new neural connections throughout life. Neuroplasticity allows the neurons (nerve cells) in the brain to compensate for injury and disease and to adjust their activities in response to new situations or to changes in their environment. (Link here.)”
Most of us can evolve for the better, if we choose to. This applies to the narcissist- but many have found their methods to be far too effective and entertaining to choose the life of the lame and boring (aka: peaceful and harmonious). Touche. I get it. And who wants to go back in time to mine for memories of pain, abuse and neglect? I really think that they are afraid they might get stuck there like some shitty Hotel California nightmare, so of course they will run as fast and far from the wounds as they can. Forever.
And hence the Narcopalypse continues….
Flowers from a Psychopath 