Saturday, December 12, 2009

The fix is in, Tiger is giving

What to do, what to do.

When your intimacy is so twisted, you're sexting and sleeping with hundreds of women a year, sometimes all in the same night, what does one give up?

Think, brain think.

I know, I'll take a break from golf!

That's like Jack the Ripper taking a break from ice skating.

Give us a break. The PR consultants and attorneys have told him to get his backside to a bunker and not to resurface until the details and photographs have exhausted themselves in the press.

But the details reveal a soulless somatic narcissist.

Somatic (and intellectual) narcissists lurk in sports, entertainment and politics.

The somatic narcissist uses sex to "conquer" and "secure" new sources of narcissistic supply. Consequently, the somatic rarely gets emotionally-involved with his "targets". His is a mechanical act, devoid of intimacy and commitment. The cerebral narcissist feels that sex is demeaning and degrading. Acting on one's sex drive is a primitive, basic, and common impulse. The cerebral narcissist convinces himself that he is above all that, endowed as he is with superior intelligence and superhuman self-control.

Still, sex for both types of narcissists is an instrument designed to increase the number of Sources of Narcissistic Supply. If it happens to be the most efficient weapon in the narcissist's arsenal, he makes profligate use of it. In other words: if the narcissist cannot obtain adoration, admiration, approval, applause, or any other kind of attention by other means (e.g., intellectually) – he resorts to sex.

He then become a satyr (or a nymphomaniac): indiscriminately engages in sex with multiple partners. His sex partners are considered by him to be objects - sources of Narcissistic Supply. It is through the processes of successful seduction and sexual conquest that the narcissist derives his badly needed narcissistic "fix".

Inevitably, the ups and downs of obtaining supply in sports, sex, politics, work, etc., leads to points of crises in the lives of the narcissists and there are nanoseconds of retreat. Then, they frantically search and find another source of supply to pursue.

Doesn't have to be the same pool of supply.

Tooling muscles in their bodies.

The list is endless.

There is no fix. It is an energy that never ceases. It only changes direction.

I suppose she could chain him to the couch and buy him a Wii. After he consumes all the attention people lavish on him to get him through his depression after this downfall, he'll glue himself to the Wii and master every level of every game. His body will be present and they can all kid themselves that there's going to be a redemption and happily ever after, but his mind and emotions will be as absent to them as they were in his visits to the brothels all over the globe.

When you dial his number and tell him your daughter is in the hospital, he's too busy to pick up the phone and call you back. When your mother collapses on the floor, the kids are screaming and she's scared, he's nowhere to be found. And, he never will be.

Not for her, anyway. If Perez Hilton's mother collapses, he'll hire a private jet and fly to his side because that will earn him good will or press. (They thrive on spending energy trying to turn people who can't stand them into "friends") When he comes back from comforting Perez (or anyone else who has used this opportunity to throw him under the bus)and she mentions that he never called her back for their own daughter, or mother or whatever have you, he'll turn into a ravenous monster and attack her. It will all be her fault, you see.

Creating chaos is the narcissists most effective tool for silencing people who want to tell him how his behavior is hurting and affecting the people he claims to love.

Finally, to get him to talk or listen to your needs, you have to throw a phone at him, chip his tooth and chase him down the driveway with a nine iron.

Oh, how sorry he is now.

The problem is, being sorry unto thyself is the only thing a narcissist knows.

They're fabulous actors and spend their lives faking charity, emotions and sorrow. They're usually affable/likable people, so long as you're not in a primary relationship with them. They sure know how to put on a good show and in fact putting on a show is critical to obtaining supply, so they're masters at it.

When he's mastered everything in the Wii, she can buy him a karaoke. He'll practice and practice with the goal of performing on American Idol.

When he's sick of that, she can give him dancing lessons. He'll practice and practice with the goal of being on Dancing with the Stars. Then she can buy him an instrument.

Their medicine cabinets will all be stocked with plenty of drugs to get them through the fighting and emotional pain. When the emotional abuse wreaks havoc on her children and they're saddled with depression, drug and alcohol addiction and they have suicidal tendencies, their intimacy and ability to maintain healthy relationships has been destroyed, she'll see the fruit of her unwillingness to face the truth in this critical hour.

I think for me, the most vulgar part about the whole debacle is saying this is all about the children. The price her children will pay for refusing to admit the glittering gold blinded her, and she married a mentally and emotionally sick individual, is really hard to swallow.

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