Enchante'

 

Sociopaths are Masters of the flourish, providing a torrent

of special attention and excitement that their charm and

manipulation make seem as real as your own breath.

 

In the face of all these enhanced emotions and 'perfect' human

response, little else can compare (which is, after all, exactly

the point.)

 

That attention and kindness most of us seek for a lifetime
(or, conversely, never imagined could possibly be real) is
there in front of you, hand-delivered, and specially tailored.

But it isn't real. It's a facade. A scam.

Temporary insanity. And the kind of fantasy that makes
real life disappointing to come back to. (Which is one reason
people make excuses to stay with a narcissist; because the
roller coaster ride isn't always down, and the thrill of it all is
addictive.)

The relationship is not just sick in one direction; it is a
symbiotic unhealthy relation. There is a desperation and a
neediness inherent in the relationship between socio and
victim; almost a reversal of the one between host and
parasite.

Beyond the bill of goods, beyond the trance, beyond the
romanticization of even their pain and sickness, there
is truth. The sickly, neurotic, dangerous, hurtful truth that
must be confronted and accepted before detachment is
possible.

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