Today, I want to shine a light not on just any ordinary pattern, but on 10 peculiar rituals that tend to follow the narcissist like a shadow. We’re not talking about the usual routine of waking up, sipping some coffee, heading to work, and calling it a day. No, no, this is a whole different rhythm—a strange dance that spins around obsession, ego, and illusion.
Let’s begin with this: the bathroom. Have you ever wondered why the narcissist disappears for hours behind that door? It’s not about hygiene; it’s not about soaking in peace. It’s sanctuary, it’s escape. Behind those walls, they build a secret world. That shower? It’s a soundtrack for deception. While the water runs, their fingers run too—across glowing screens, texting, scrolling, searching. They’re not just freshening up; they’re refreshing supply—other people, other lives, other mirrors to reflect their hunger for attention.
But there’s more. That mirror on the wall is not just glass to them; it’s a stage. They’ll stand there endlessly, sculpting each strand of hair, grooming every edge, worshiping their own reflection like it’s a shrine. Not a single imperfection can survive, because in that mirror, they don’t just see a face; they see a god. And if you’re waiting outside that bathroom, pacing, watching time dissolve, understand it’s not about getting ready—it’s about performance. The mask has to be flawless.
Now, step into their next obsession: the phone. That glowing rectangle is not just a tool; it’s their altar. Day and night, it’s in their hand, by their side, under their pillow. They scroll not because they’re bored, but because they’re hunting. Social media isn’t for connection; it’s for conquest. You’ll see them pepper someone’s profile with likes—not one, not two, but 20 in a row. That’s bait, a signal flare: “Notice me.” A come closer, because if someone responds with a “thank you,” oh, that’s a door the narcissist will wedge their way through—a new target, a fresh audience.
And let me tell you something else: their inbox is no ordinary inbox; it’s a theater of seduction. “Good morning, beautiful,” “Doll, you look like you need a message,” “Hey, handsome, what’s your day look like?” These aren’t compliments; these are hooks. They’re casting lines to see who bites, who blushes, who replies. And when someone does, that’s the one they mark, the one they start circling. Because it’s not love they’re after; it’s control. It starts in the inbox, but it never stays there. It spills into dating apps, into comments, into any platform where validation flows like wine.
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