But hear me on this: alcohol isn’t just a buzz for the narcissist; it’s fuel. It’s the high they crave when attention dries up. If it’s not booze, it’s weed; if not weed, maybe pills, porn, gambling—anything that gives them that spark of control, that false power, that makes them feel like they’re on top of the world, if only for a moment. They don’t always need a person to feel alive; sometimes, it’s the bottle that becomes their favorite lover. That shot glass becomes their cheering crowd.
And you’ll notice this if you pay attention: they always need something in their hand—something to sip, to light, to chase. Because deep inside, the narcissist is a storm of anxiety twisted up, locked down, panicked in their core. They don’t sit still; they don’t face the silence. And instead of prayer, instead of surrender, they reach for the next escape.
I’ve seen it time and time again; I’ve lived it. People like this don’t walk in peace; they sprint from pain. They’ll tell you they’re broke; they’ll whine about bills and how you never help. But behind the curtain, they’re spending every dime on what numbs them. Meanwhile, you’re expected to carry the weight, to show up, to pay the price—not just financially, but emotionally—over and over again. And all the while, they’re pouring into a bottle what they should be pouring into you.
Now, don’t get me wrong; a little drink now and then doesn’t make someone evil. But the narcissist doesn’t know moderation. Everything is about extremes. They don’t just drink; they drown. They don’t just gamble; they spiral. They don’t just lie; they build entire castles of deception and dare you to knock them down.
What’s dangerous is that they often look clean. They know how to shine the surface—the ones who seem like the perfect parent, the ones who wave at the neighbors, smile at church, and say, “God bless you,” like it’s their job. But behind closed doors, there’s a whole different movie playing—one full of secrets, shadows, and substance. Don’t be fooled; evil wears cologne and drives SUVs, too.
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