At this point in life, I find it nearly impossible (two sides of the same coin), to differentiate between those embodying victimhood and those, who are deemed, narcissists. The two, seem mutually exclusive (necessary) in the sense, that they both require an external source of energy to feel complete. There are wolves amongst us, do not fool yourselves into believing that everyone here, has the best intentions for thee, nor are they even aware, it is they (themselves), cloaked in woolen hypocrisy. Until you empathize with the narcissist, you are perpetuating your own disease. Forgive them, open the pasture gates and liberate thee, from the confinement of choice, perpetually binding one’s self, to the predation of nature’s innate predatory influences. Anyone who is cut off from their life sustaining source, is only capable of feeling what others do. Whether they be a narcissist or “innocent” bystander. The reason it always feels so painful, is because people expect others to repeal their own senses and abide by our own sympathetic, people-pleasing gestures. This is our false, illusory nature, which would have us seek, endlessly. The moment we realize we are complete, we become empowered to motivate ourselves and eventually, those attachments to wary predatory influences ceases to be. It is the very thing, you entomb yourself in, compulsively possess—your insistence that you are who you think you are—your perceived self (the ego, tricking thee), that binds you so helplessly, to the same pasture with the open gate, choosing instead, to remain comfortably numb, amongst the false security of the blind flock—preyed upon, by wolves, dressed like sheep.