"...narcissists are damaged, broken in some fundamental way, in some essential inner heartspace. And they pass this damage along to others so they don't have to feel it in themselves."
Chris Locke's writing has substance. That's one reason I read him. Today's post at CBO has me thinking about an experience with a young woman who translates her anxiety about about the world from one horrible medical condition to another. I foolishly called her out on the matter ("I thought you said yesterday that it was dengue fever. I'm surprised to hear that you actually need a liver transplant. Oh... both dengue and the transplant... how terrible for you?") I wish I hadn't stuck my head up out of the foxhole on this one. Narcissists take few prisoners.
i'm pretty sure i've got ebola. or like tangier disease and shit.
Posted by: madame l. | June 22, 2005 at 10:13 PM
Yes. Well, that makes us all feel very sorry for you and our expectations are ENTIRELY on hold while we focus all our love and energy on helping you through this difficult passage and shit.
Posted by: Frank Paynter | June 23, 2005 at 07:05 AM
You wouldn't lie about a thing like that...?
Posted by: Frank Paynter | June 23, 2005 at 07:09 AM
Frank,
Has Chris Locke's writing always make so much sense? I saw myself in there yesternight - I was Belle and singing Michelle my Belle these are words ... and then I read more and more and the more I read the more I felt like Belle.
I used to read his writings so that I could feel sane and now he's making sense and shit.
Posted by: meg | June 23, 2005 at 10:46 PM
Scary stuff, Michelle. All that information about attachment and personality disorders usually has me avoiding mirrors for the rest of the day. But he do write good.
I have a nice postcard for you in my car. It has a donkey on it. That's all I'll tell you.
Posted by: Frank Paynter | June 23, 2005 at 11:07 PM
Two things:
1. Michelle, Maybelle -- that isn't right? You mean he wasn't singing about that famous old blues/comedy legendary woman . . . I am so sad to have this bubble popped.
2. Gee, I wrote two blogposts about my eerie malady. But in my case it is the malady that causes anxiety, not the other way around.
This wasn't a sly reference to the Dooce of Earl was it? Oh, it isn't pronounced that way? Oops, Sorry.
Posted by: Dean Landsman | June 24, 2005 at 09:33 PM
Wow, how could I forget: dengue you veddy mush.
Posted by: Dean Landsman | June 24, 2005 at 09:34 PM