The display of grandiosity is a sign of insanity ..

I think people are sometimes mistakenly impressed or intimidated by  the concept of « vulnerability », thinking that experiencing it will turn  them into an open book (and anything can be used against you if you open  up to the wrong person), or that they will suddenly reach a point of no return becoming « see through ». Intimacy can then be a burden, if setting boundaries turns into a struggle, as the door to closeness and  over-sharing is wide open. In fact, all of that « bad » can unfortunately  really happen if you misunderstand what « vulnerability » can be.

The inflated self

Those  who get obsessed and stay fixated even tough you verbalize your  discomfort and you clearly wish to keep your distance, will continue to be obsessed, abusive and disrespectful of boundaries, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲  𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 engaging in ‘𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐫’, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐠𝐨, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞  𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, and most of them are encouraged to be like that by people in their entourage, the real one made of close  acquaintances and the virtual one made of worshippers living in the  realm of a distorted reality.

Social  media has made it easier for people to feel like gods who are filling  the void of reason with lucubration they dare to proclaim as  representing “words of wisdom”. Some celebrities lose their minds  playing with illusions and forget to be appreciative of their actual  carnal experience on earth, of life.

A freak show

Random  public figures, sometimes very much uninteresting users with followers,  can develop an inflated sense of self and therefore feel entitled to being controlling of others, and the fact that they can get support from  other self-centred thirsty for power individuals like them will make  their mental disorder hard to be even conceived as being one by themselves and their friends. Their inflated self-image is distorting  their perception, and when they get to realize that they have it all  wrong about their actual real importance and face the fact that they are  ordinary, they still play the game of being more than what they know  they really are, they make a show, a bad one.

They sadly also  happen to see themselves as being in the position to give mental health  advice to others, and the whole thing turns into an ongoing live freak  show. They live in a bubble of virtual games and dopamine chase, their  real life is actually boring to them, they become characters in a  dysfunctional perverted almost completely fictional scenery. The worst  is that many of those who have lost interest in « the real » will play the  game of showing you « virtually » that their real lives are the best  ones, and they mostly do it with the intent to trigger envy in you, when they are actually going through the events dissatisfied, compulsively taking pictures to show off while dreaming of something else they still can’t clearly figure out, but hopelessly strive for.

Vulnerability versus vulnerability

Vulnerability  is not about an image to feed and a cool facade to fortify by all means  when the truth is as visible as the illusion of grandiosity someone is  trying hard to create and protect, because we can witness the turmoil. That being said, being financially vulnerable is another story, it is hell, as is fearing for your safety. So maybe the cost of reality is  what gives the possibility to go back to it later. Losing your soul is  now a way to make a living, it is a modern path to a good life for some  technology driven lost souls. But is it really a good life if you are  conflicted?

Being conflicted and having good money in your pocket  is obviously better than being conflicted and at the mercy of others,  because you can’t spend to protect yourself from violence and live a  good life. It is chaos out here and things are only going to get worse because of obnoxious individuals with no conscience at the top, bullshitting us. So give me a plane ticket to a small island where I can have a nice life away from all the burglars, the copycat stalkers with no real intellectual life and the leeches, and I  will be the happiest I’ve ever been. I can’t stand their bullshit anymore.

Time is precious

Wasting time is always a mistake and I have already wasted some of the best years of my life waiting for love,  respect and peace where there is none. The frauds will always feel good  about their bad deeds, they are ugly in every possible way, no need to  expect them to change, they will not. They are rotten, better just discard them or turn them into jam for breakfast using the good parts.

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