tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post6762913528510733294..comments2024-03-12T10:11:16.874-07:00Comments on Postcards from Purgatory: Woo woo vibes and NPCsGladyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03379796403577898107noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-21931786607182143602014-09-13T10:07:56.713-07:002014-09-13T10:07:56.713-07:00Gladys, was your dog the runt of the litter? If i...Gladys, was your dog the runt of the litter? If it was always the scapegoat dog, that might be what you're seeing. I agree with everyone that the scapegoat ACON provokes the same response from people. -- LuLooAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-89040086847129282202014-09-13T07:32:00.749-07:002014-09-13T07:32:00.749-07:00I know. I spent years in therapy and all I had to...I know. I spent years in therapy and all I had to do was listen to that one little girl. But high school, grade school, college all the same. Then I tried to work for a living, I spent my whole life going from one job to the next because some predator would destroy my credibility or something. If I was able to squirrel away a paycheck or two before getting fired, great, that's what I'd have to live on till the next job I'd get fired from.<br /><br />My exhusband used to laugh at me, ask me if I'm going in to work drunk or something to get fired so much. No I was always bullied or my perception of normal people bullying, I don't know how to explain it. Mine was the engulfing narcissistic mother. My abilities to deal with normal life on my own, was impossible. <br /><br />But thank you Gladys for putting up this very validating post. It gave me so much comfort.Joan Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775873193806083833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-62117880259922551602014-09-12T20:56:18.025-07:002014-09-12T20:56:18.025-07:00The silence of my mother spoke volumes and I think...The silence of my mother spoke volumes and I think made her a NPC. Only those worthy of her words got any. For me it was just anger and criticisms, no discussions of anything else unless she wanted to shovel on another scapegoat like my brother's ex wife. Five Hundred Pound Peephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-41003943547616242932014-09-12T20:54:41.201-07:002014-09-12T20:54:41.201-07:00Predator and prey thing, yes I agree. I was baptiz...Predator and prey thing, yes I agree. I was baptized in fire working in the inner city with violent clients and in a bad neighborhood. I'm left alone now, but that took years to happen. I also had to fight a few times to save myself from rape, and attacks. <br /><br />Life seemed like a series of being jumped, sexual harassment and threats from the sociopaths around me. I guess even the antelope learn what the lions smell like and how to hide and get away with practice. Too bad you did not listen to your classmate Joan but I had a few warn me. I wish therapists had told me about NPD and sociopathy and to get away sooner. I was in voluntary therapy by age 18 knowing something was very wrong. Five Hundred Pound Peephttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05862707335431442713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-83454161097654274262014-09-12T11:33:49.694-07:002014-09-12T11:33:49.694-07:00I felt like a victim always. I can't think of...I felt like a victim always. I can't think of any situation right now. But, when I was in college and you know I wasn't having a good time, One of my classmates told me "It's your mother, I think your problems with life has always had to be your mothers fault." <br /><br />She was 19. Go figure. <br /><br />I so wished, I wished I listened to her back then, it would have changed everything.Joan Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775873193806083833noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-214910017742488072014-09-11T21:08:36.934-07:002014-09-11T21:08:36.934-07:00I used to be like that too. My husband used to jo...I used to be like that too. My husband used to joke that I couldn't go to the store without getting into an altercation. But it wasn't because I would do anything. One time, a cashier (literally) lectured me for shopping at the store across the street (Walmart). He had examples and damn near pulled out pie graphs and charts. I hadn't said I shopped at Wal -Mart, he had assumed that, when I said that I didn't need his loyalty card because I rarely shopped in his store. My step mother said I must have "kept provoking him" because I trying to defend myself - plus he was just lecturing me and not checking my groceries. <br />I also used to have women approach me constantly in the bathrooms of bars (in my younger days) to spill all of their problems too. I always wondered if I looked like Lucy in the Peanuts cartoon with a sign that said "therapist IN". I could not figure out what it was. <br />It happens a lot less lately now. Not sure why that is. <br /><br />On another note, your description of the NPCs reminded me of what it's like to be in the life of an N. I think they think that I only "turn on" whenever they are around. I think they think I just "stand around" when they are not around. (And I think the differences between our NPCs and a N's NPCs are that our's are strangers and random people. Their NPCs are close family and friends.) Thanks for the interesting thought.jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06399613921768190064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-13323838147129088322014-09-11T08:21:25.082-07:002014-09-11T08:21:25.082-07:00I hear, yah! The predators still go after me now a...I hear, yah! The predators still go after me now and then but instead of stepping on a doormat, like the old days, they soon find out they've stepped on a rattle snake.<br />These days, I get perverse enjoyment out of being underestimated. I'll confess, I play ditzy old lady just so I can blindside the politicians.mulderfanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07500535934417551223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-43488152566966850722014-09-11T07:26:41.815-07:002014-09-11T07:26:41.815-07:00That predator vs prey thing is so much bigger than...That predator vs prey thing is so much bigger than victims usually give credit for. I wrote that post a long time ago about how a child of abuse just MUST learn to not give off prey vibes! ALL human predators can *smell* them - detectives, PIs, sociopaths... <br /><br />And we were trained from BIRTH to be food for predators! We smell like thanksgiving dinner to them. And subsequently to ALL human predators. It's almost easier for me to be a hermit than it is to go amongst the hunters, even at this stage. And I'm a FUCK 'EM gal myself!Gladyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03379796403577898107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8679637238769603836.post-60782416422569907472014-09-11T06:35:36.839-07:002014-09-11T06:35:36.839-07:00I always just figured I gave off a "victim vi...I always just figured I gave off a "victim vibe" from a lifetime of being my family's victim. Like there was a target tattooed on my forehead that said "crap here". I realize now, my need to please everyone and have everyone like me made me a perfect target for bullies and also made me quite annoying to non-bullies.<br />Folks find my new philosophy: "Ask me if I give a flying f**ck" just about as annoying. But, as my alter-ego likes to say "fuck 'em"!<br />This especially pisses off all the local politicians I have to deal with and, damn, it's fun!mulderfanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07500535934417551223noreply@blogger.com