Have Yourself A Narcissistic Christmas
Mental illness is no mere fad, fashion, or lifestyle - it is a way of being. Each particular form of mental illness carries with it a vernacular, a unique configuration of specific attributes reflecting the experiential texture of that milieu. Specific mental illnesses have a diverse palette of associations including sights, smells, sounds, tastes, colors, and even musical forms.
Many of the most popular mental illnesses even have their own favorite day. For example, in the expansive realm of compulsive overeaters there is no day to match Thanksgiving, which, all protestations notwithstanding, is a virtual love song to gluttony. Gamblers, by contrast, live for the arrival of Super Bowl Sunday when even the most risk averse and timid in our midst throw caution to the wind and bet cash money on the outcome of an event they cannot control and barely understand.
Alcoholics, a notoriously hard to please group, are known to celebrate pedestrian events which go unnoticed by the rest of us, indeed, for them all of human existence is either worth celebrating with a drink, or worth fleeing by means of a drink. Even within this context New Year's Eve occupies a very special place for them. Stripped of all religious consequence, New Year's Eve offers no distraction from the business at hand, that is, two-fisted tippling resulting in a scorched synapse policy rendering participants tight as boiled owls, speaking with lords, and ultimately calling for Ralph.
But the relationship between narcissists and Christmas is of another order altogether, this is symbiotic suitability so intense it makes salt and pepper look like distant relatives. If ever there was a holiday predicated on the burning question - What's in it for me? - it's Christmas. An airborne fat fellow in a red suit circumnavigates the globe in one night hurling shabby Chinese merchandise down billions and billions of chimneys and yet for all of us, the question is not, how on earth does he do it? The question is not, am I naughty or am I nice? The question is certainly not, do I deserve things, objects, tokens of esteem?
No, the question is, what did he get me? Quickly followed by, that's not what I wanted, I already have one, that's the wrong color, my best friend has a nicer one, and of course - is the receipt still in the box?
From a mentally ill perspective, and frankly, I look at everything from a mentally ill perspective so there's no point in making an exception here, the magic of Christmas goes far beyond its ability to stir up neuroses, dread, resentments, and nearly forgotten nightmares. The strange alchemy, mystery of Christmas is that on one magical night it brings out the inner narcissist in all of us.
But enough about me.
McHarg, A. (2013, December 10). Have Yourself A Narcissistic Christmas, HealthyPlace. Retrieved on 2024, February 28 from https://www.healthyplace.com/blogs/funnyinthehead/2013/12/have-yourself-a-narcissistic-christmas
Author: Alistair McHarg
Hi Alistair :) Narcissism and Christmas, hadn't really put the two together, but a great fit it does make. Valentines Day sort of covers both narcissism and compulsive over eaters-what are you giving me and why didn't you get me more. Let's see, what's on my Christmas checklist:neurosis, anxiety, bipolar mania,bipolar depression,insomnia, and frantic baking,flying reindeer, and one Santa. I think I've got all the bases covered,then again maybe not! I still need to find a place for those reindeer and buy more hazard insurance. Have a great week and happy holidays :)
Oh my. I doubt that you have written anything finer than this, possibly ever. I roared my way through it. The idea of linking various mental illnesses with holidays is sheer genius, so once that idea's afloat, good things were sure to come, and so they did.
Beyond that, it's the writing I love. "...two-fisted tippling resulting in a scorched synapse policy rendering participants tight as boiled owls, speaking with lords, and ultimately calling for Ralph." I'm not entirely sure what that means, but it has a swagger, a sheer insane confidence about it that absolutely carries it home. In short, I really wish I'd written that. Nothing really works quite as well as the riotously absurd.
In conclusion, I must say: Narcissism is certainly a good fit for you. The result of your fit of self-indulgence seems to be rather good for MY mental health as well! Ho ho ho indeed.
Hello Tom: May I say - thank you - from my heart. Laughter is made to be shared, and I am so happy you enjoyed my frivolity. Here's wishing you and yours the best for this holiday season. Alistair