One of the items the narcissist chose to use to PROVE to me that I was irresponsible with money and with life in general, was a year-old issue of “Seventeen” magazine, an American magazine of fashion and pop culture for girls in their late teens. He flaunted it in front of me. “This stupid thing still gets delivered to the house every month.” (NB: I haven’t lived there in 3 years, therefore, he must have paid the bill! – Why?) “Oooh, I want that!” and I snatched it from him. Me being happy to see the “proof” of my wastefulness was not the response he hoped to elicit. The narcissist was visibly disappointed. LOL
When I got back to my brother’s house, I put the magazine in the bathroom for light reading. On page 140 was an interesting idea for how to “Have An Unforgettable Convo!” (i.e. conversation with the guy you were crushing on). Now that I know more about Jewish tzius, I dislike the clothes that push girls into sex too soon and the articles that encourage girls to have serious romantic relationships at an age when the boys are biologically only capable of spreading their seed for optimum survival of the species. Yes, it is my opinion that Western boys are emotionally incapable of commitment before, let’s say, age 40. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a little bit.
Anyhow, the tip I found interesting was this, courtesy of “Seventeen” magazine:
Ask if he’s heard of a “six-word memoir”.
It’s a challenge to explain your life story in six words – even if it’s a little jokey, such as: “My cute smile gets me everywhere.”
Hmm. Interesting. My first effort: “Overcame pain and suffering to flounder.”
Alright, that’s a bit negative. I’ll work on a better one. It’ just because I feel a bit overwhelmed. It’s natural to be depressed or deflated after a major victory (like getting closure from a narcissist). Also, I have a lot more to do before I can be clean and free of all the baggage. Literally. I’m not sure if Driftwood permitting me to take so many boxes out of the house was a boon or a burden. I don’t even know what I got. And I have to drive 10 hours each way to Toronto to empty my storage unit there. I can’t afford two units. Plus that unit has my holy sefarim (books) that I brought from Israel, my Kiddush cup that I toivelled in the Yam Suf, my Shabbes candleholders that I bought in Yerushalayim. I want to get it over with and make a fresh start. The thing is, I saw a snowflake yesterday! If I do not make that drive to Canada this week, I will have to wait until next April. That’s a bad option. If only my mom and dad hadn’t turned on me again. This would be so much easier with emotional support. I know. “Poor me.”
Really, all I have to do is change one, tiny word:
OVERCAME PAIN AND SUFFERING TO FLOURISH!
I can do this. I just need some time to gather my strength.
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