This video is the perfect description of a woman I once knew. She seemed charming and I must admit that I fell for the persona that she wore as a mask. There is much more to the story, too much to waste my time explaining, but she was my first close experience with someone polluted with narcissistic personality disorder. Love makes one blind, so even with all the evidence, I rejected the possibility that this "friend", Bridget, was mentally ill. She even revealed that she had no empathy, but I thought she was exaggerating. Her room mate, Robin, warned me that Bridget is a narcissist, but I ignored that too. I can only blame myself for not having accepted the blatantly obvious truth that Bridget is a narcissist. Love does that to people. We turn a blind eye to the negative attributes of those we love. It is foolish to do this, but that is what hormones do when dumped into our blood.
Looking back, benefiting from what I now know about her, with the veil of love lifted from eyes, I see how profoundly ugly Bridget is. I remember looking over at her from the passenger side of her pathetically shitty car, looking at her face, and seeing a booger hanging from her nose. The fact is, with her pale face, ugly teeth, and hay colored hair, only a fool in love could have seen anything beautiful in her. Alas, her ugliness was more than skin deep - it extended all the way to the core of her being.
She's the only person I know that was fired from a job for moral turpitude. She would get angry at the slightest criticism. Her understanding of society and of other human beings was nil.
Have you ever met someone that, after many years, you looked back and wondered how you could have ever found that person attractive? Many times I've wondered how it was that I fell for a sociopath named Bridget.
Bridget was not good looking. At that time in my life I was in a relationship that repeatedly extinguished every dream I had. When Bridget came into my life, I saw her as the opposite of the person with whom I was bound. Bridget, it was later revealed, was an infiltrator sent to spy on a political organization that I was a member of. Had I known that, back then, there never would have been any connection between myself and this subhuman waste of skin.
I was aware of her profound physical ugliness, but there was something about her personality and her professed interests that drew me in and overcame her plainness. My estimation of the inner Bridget became a kind of beer goggles, masking her true presentation. I was willing to ignore her far-too-pale skin, her straw hair, her hideous nose, and her boring eyes.
Before that point, I didn't know what a sociopath really was. Her fake persona was a professional act. I was tricked. Later I discovered that she was a liar, a snitch, a defamer, and an amoral hollow shell of a person. It is a hard lesson I learned. I am now far more cautious of people that drop into my life.
