Gary you’re onto something. My buddy, the malignant narcissist, was an extremely handsome young man. But somewhere around 1965 everything changed. Now the girls started to look at the not classically handsome boys, the ones who smoked a bit of weed (not the conservative wing tip wearing scotch drinkers) and grew their hair out. The class…
Gary you’re onto something. My buddy, the malignant narcissist, was an extremely handsome young man. But somewhere around 1965 everything changed. Now the girls started to look at the not classically handsome boys, the ones who smoked a bit of weed (not the conservative wing tip wearing scotch drinkers) and grew their hair out. The classically beautiful women/girls were not all the rage anymore either and they also became unhip.
Well, my friends, this infuriated my narcissist buddy to the ends of the world. The rules had changed and he was rabidly angry and inconsolable because that’s all he had, his looks.
So now he detests the ‘hippies’. He doesn’t get them. He hates that whole era. He feels left out in the cold where he was only moments before considered to be the hugely desirable golden boy of all time. To top it off he began to notice that guys who looked like him were being cast in movies as serial killers, not Shane, his childhood screen hero
That flipped a switch in him. He became djt’s twin in every way but I think he was headed that way very early in life like 4 or 5.
If this guy is till your buddy, and you think there's a chance he could change, get him David Leonhardt's Climb Your Stairway to Heaven: The Nine Habits of Maximum Happiness.
Gary you’re onto something. My buddy, the malignant narcissist, was an extremely handsome young man. But somewhere around 1965 everything changed. Now the girls started to look at the not classically handsome boys, the ones who smoked a bit of weed (not the conservative wing tip wearing scotch drinkers) and grew their hair out. The classically beautiful women/girls were not all the rage anymore either and they also became unhip.
Well, my friends, this infuriated my narcissist buddy to the ends of the world. The rules had changed and he was rabidly angry and inconsolable because that’s all he had, his looks.
So now he detests the ‘hippies’. He doesn’t get them. He hates that whole era. He feels left out in the cold where he was only moments before considered to be the hugely desirable golden boy of all time. To top it off he began to notice that guys who looked like him were being cast in movies as serial killers, not Shane, his childhood screen hero
That flipped a switch in him. He became djt’s twin in every way but I think he was headed that way very early in life like 4 or 5.
Yeap. Some sociologist should do a study.
If this guy is till your buddy, and you think there's a chance he could change, get him David Leonhardt's Climb Your Stairway to Heaven: The Nine Habits of Maximum Happiness.
That’s kind of you, David.
Thank you Susan. When potentially helping is as easy as writing a sentence, I just can't see a good reason not to. It's nudged me in a good direction.
Excellent reasoning. Imagine if we all thought like that.
It would be nice. But that's one of the nice things about TC's substack. Lot of good people here!
There are indeed. I'm constantly and happily amazed.