“I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious.”
“What, you didn't notice me come into the room—me? You don't know what you missed.” So thinks the adored one, the gift-to-the-world entertainer, athlete, leader, subordinate, or coworker.
How dull life would be without the narcissists. Who would be there to demand our attention, distract us from our own concerns and priorities, and compel us to dance to their tune?
Many narcissists have a great deal to give once their self-love doesn't cloud the observer's eyes to what is really there. Narcissists, because of their fixation on themselves, will ...