Monthly Archives: October 2013

 

 

Love Yourself Like Your Life Depends On It by Kamal Ravikant.

Let’s start with a confession: Aunt Alex has never been a fan of touchy-feely, fuzzy-wuzzy talk.  She thinks the power of positive thinking is useless without the power of positive doing, and she thinks affirmations are an OK first step, but they’re a waste of time without steps 2 through 20 which involve meaningful focus and changes.  Visualization is cool, but visualizing a sandwich isn’t going to resolve your hunger.  

Having said that, Aunt Alex and the rest of The Army absolutely, positively want you to love yourself.  If you have narcissists in your life, Heaven knows your self-image has been pummeled to a pulp, and self-love has probably taken a back seat to the toad’s needs for a long time.  So, the title of this book caught our attention.

Love Yourself Like Your Life Depends On It by Kamal Ravikant is a little pretentious, and the author is a little too self-congratulatory, and the book comes with some shaky testimonials and support.  But at $2.99 for the Kindle version, it’s worth a look.  Ravikant talks about self-love as a practice rather than an idea, which is spot on, but the part of the book that really got Aunt Alex nodding was the direct application to your daily life.  If you’re wondering how to re-start loving yourself like you should, this book lays it out for you: One, understand that you absolutely deserve wonderful things, as does someone else who you might love, and two, ask yourself regularly: If I loved myself like I love my child, or my sister or brother, would I be doing this (whatever it is) right now?  Would I be making a decision to start or stop this, right now?

To be more clear, the book points out that if you love yourself properly, and consistently, you won’t take any more shit or flack than you would allow to come through to your beloved son or daughter.  This, for some people, can be mind-blowing: How often do we think words or behaviors are tolerable if they’re coming at us, but are wildly inappropriate if they’re directed at someone else?  And why the HECK is that so?

If you loved yourself truly, what would you do in a given situation?  What would you recommend to a person who you love, if it were her in your shoes?

This is pretty powerful, and, mixed in with the fluff, you’ll find enough quality points to redeem the rest of the book.  You’ll read more about re-conditioning the thinking pathways, and correcting the toad thinking which mandates that you, and your needs, come last.

Four out of five Army stars.  Recommended.

 

Just wanted to share this with the Troops at all our outposts. Carry on.

 

 

Today’s Friday Five: Five Narcissists On Parade.

 

1. Andrew Weiner.

Andrew Weiner is running for Mayor of New York City.  He has a past history of sending pictures of his winkie to women on the Internet, in order to relax.  He got caught, and promised not to do it anymore.  Then, he did it again, shaming his high-profile wife and humiliating his campaign.  He is hoping the citizens of NY will assume he has better control of fiscal responsibilities than he does of his body parts.

 

2. Lance Armstrong.

Lance was a major hero to millions, both as a star biking athlete and a recovered cancer patient.  Lance was accused of taking steroids and other performance drugs while competing, a charge which he vehemently denied.  And vehemently denied.  And vehemently denied.  Then, OK, I did it.  Quit making a big deal out of it, y’all!

 

3. Edward Furlong. 

You may remember him as heroic young John Connor, the kid who kicked the Terminator’s ass.  The Army knows him as some actor assclown who can’t seem to stop violating restraining orders that women take out against him.  Laws is hard!!

 

4. Charles Saatchi.  

This past summer, this wealthy, accomplished gentleman apparently thought he could physically batter his wife, TV cooking goddess Nigella Lawson, in public and get away with it.  How’d that work out for you, Chuck?

 

5. Jimmy Savile. 

Just…. no.  Sometimes, alas, the Grim Reaper comes about 60 years too late. 

 

 

No matter how hectic and chaotic things get on the front lines, Troops, we must reconvene at Aunt Alex’s Army Headquarters to regroup, and we must do it meaningfully and often.  There are obvious reasons, like our Monday Mojito Mixers and the Sunday Support Groups with the breaks for massages and spa treatments.  But we also must stay with the Army protocol because, well, we need the Code of Conduct.

Nearly everything in life steers us in the wrong direction.  

Complacency is easy and is the “default” mode of pretty much all living creatures, including gorgeous humans, and complacency makes us stay with toads and put up with their crap.  This is so that the living can save our energy for more important things, like caring for kids and gathering food. Putting up with the bullshit of toads requires so much less effort than second-guessing everything out of their mouths.  

Summarily rejecting everything they say and do, which is what The Army mandates, requires a cognitive shift that can take months of practice to perfect.  It doesn’t come naturally to the emotionally generous, and it’s tiring for anyone.  Friends and family prefer the status quo to any kind of change, and they let you know it and try to influence you not to “make waves”.  Society prefers that women keep families together and attach themselves to a man, even if it means quietly enduring soul-sucking emotional abuse.  The public just doesn’t want to hear it or get involved, even in this day and age.  

There may be kids to think about when one is partnered with a toad.  Or money might be a tangled mess or a scarcity, and no one relishes the prospect of entering the horrific dating scene yet again.  

The emotionally generous have kind and vulnerable hearts, which are geared toward connecting, not rejecting.  Toads can be masterfully warm, sexy, suave, seductive, romantic, generous, remorseful, charming, and persuasive, when there’s something to be gained by it, and the emotionally generous are easy targets.  Their traps are precisely set for the angelic, life-affirming, awesome traits of the emotionally generous.

The darkness and slime and vague, repulsive creepiness of an abusive relationship is somewhere no one wants to go willingly, and so people just stay away from it.  The public doesn’t want to deal with it, or go near it.  The victims maybe don’t want to face the ugliness head-on either, and tell themselves the insufferable relationship really that bad, or it’s fixable, or it’s somehow worth it to all parties involved.  No one dares call a narcissist a narcissist, for good reason — they’re afraid of him.  He’s unstable and, who knows, maybe he’ll flip out and possibly turn violent, or spread filthy lies, or manipulate and destroy.  Or leave, and the resulting devastation of devaluation to the emotionally generous feels like murder.  So people hunker down and take cover, and feel alone and vulnerable.  And very forgotten and undervalued.

Well, let’s just turn on the lights here, Cadets, shall we?

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What do you call a narcissist buried in sand up to his neck?

A. A good start

B. Not enough sand

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Why won’t a vampire attack a narcissist?

Answer: Professional courtesy.

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“Hear about the terrorist that hijacked a 747 full of narcissists?

He threatened to release one every hour, unharmed, if his

demands weren’t met.

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What is the difference between a catfish and a narcissist?

Answer: One’s a bottom-crawling scum sucker, and the other is just a fish.

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How can you tell when a narcissist is lying?

Answer: His lips are moving.

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There’s nothing wrong with narcissists that reasoning with them won’t aggravate.

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NOTHING about a narcissist makes spending time with them worthwhile.

They NEVER get better.

BY THE LAWS INHERENT IN NATURE AND HUMANITY, YOU OWE LIFE, FUTURE GENERATIONS, AND YOURSELF TO BE AT YOUR BEST — WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE WITH A TOAD.  

It’s obvious how true this is, and yet the world holds scant help and guidance and empowerment when it comes to getting on, and following, that path to being at your best.

And that, my friends, is why it takes an Army.