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The first thing to remember is: The narcissist's idea of “love” is flawed.They do not define love the way emotionally healthy people do.They have a warped view on it, stemming from early childhood experiences, or whenever their wounding occurred.Their “love” is demanding, conditional, manufactured, insistent, showy, inconsistent, overwhelming, rooted more on fantasy than reality, idealistic, punishing, testing, and yes, can be switched on and off like a light, without notice. In a nutshell, it is damaging.This is how the narcissist experienced “love” in their early childhood. How they were inducted to it during their formative years. It's the only way they know how to love - by damaging the object of their “love”, through the single act of “loving” them._________To answer your question: Yes. A narcissist does believe that s/he loves their victims, especially during the idealization period. They will swear by a stack of Bibles, by their lives, by the moon and the stars in the sky… They will swear, and, in that moment, they will believe it.The question is, what is the “it" they believe in?They believe that they should test you, because they love you. They believe that they should be insistent, because they love you. They believe they should punish you, because they love you. They believe things should magically fall in place, because they love you… get the drift?They believe. But what they believe in, is a whole other can of worms.Also, the narcissist will always doubt your love and commitment to them, projecting their own flawed concepts of love onto you. That's why you constantly feel like you have to prove yourself to them.The narcissist's idea of love, and other people's idea of love, are polar opposites.I believe that what the narcissist truly believes in, is the idea of love; A magical kind of love they conjured up in their heads, that is as unrealistic and unsustainable, as it is fantastical and exploitative.That is why their so called love seems to come in a one-size-fits-all, and can be replicated, down to the last detail, from one unwitting victim to the next.________PS: Do not get caught in the emotional trap of feeling sorry for the ill-loved child the narcissist once was. That child is long gone. It is too late to save them now, so please don't try. In their place, is a grown, conscious, manipulative and driven individual, who knows exactly what they are doing, has no qualms about it, and does not need any saving.

Baahubali 1 .Who can forget this infamous garden scene between bahubali( prabhas)and avanthika(tamanna).In the very next scene¯\_(ツ)_/¯Baahubali waits until she immerses her hand in a cool pond, and, unbeknownst to her, paints a beautiful lavender design upon her fingers and wrist, as if marking his territory. Later, he places a venomous snake upon her neck, intimidating her long enough for him to tattoo her once again on the shoulder.Then when he sees her, he literally rips her chothes,unties her hair, smears lipstick, transforms her dress into skirt to show her feminine nature .He constantly violates her personal space by caressing and touching her inappropriately throughout the '’ love battle".I don't know in which dictionary this expression is 'an act of love’.Shiva’s dousing Avantika in a waterfall, after twisting her wrists and thrusting her under its force, he literally baths her to unravel her feminity .All the while, she squeals in an attempt to escape, similar to a victim being violated.What is more disturbing is that a melodious romantic music plays in background and camera focus on lush landscape and of course tamana 's 'feminity’.( Fun fact: I saw this movie in theatre with no prior knowledge of any scene,this scene was so uncomfortable to watch in big screen )He continues preaching her on her feminity and he says some cheeky lines like 'your dream is my dream’and then drops her out of the plan and goes alone to go to makhizhmadi( bahubali 1).That's how ladies and gentlemen ,how I met your mother? Ft bahubali, by literally harassing and stalking her.I wonder what punishment his father would give him?

Thank you for asking. I'll give it a shot. My tale begins long ago, not because I don't like to begin with 'once upon a time.' Rather, I've forgotten exactly when this event occurred. Nevertheless, its effect upon me has been unforgettable ever since. My best guess was sometime around the late 1970's, during my senior year in high school, or shortly thereafter. A small group of friends and I had spent a long day of cruising, partying and picnicking down in Santa Cruz, CA at the usual haunts, its beaches and the Boardwalk. As we returned home, very late, long after nightfall, I slept in the front passenger seat of my friend's already legendary '67 Mustang Fastback. Much of that return leg and end of the night remain mysterious to me even today. However, later on, before daybreak, events were pieced together for me. Our driver and I had been inseparable friends all through school, but lots of carousing and alcohol combined, caused a single car crash, totaling our ride. Or he could have simply nodded off at the wheel. After that, I don't recall much, except being grateful no one in our party suffered any major injuries, and for the rapid responses we received from many "good samaritans" and witnesses.Of course, the Fastback's age pre-dated the inclusion of the standard safety features found in more contemporary cars. For example, no airbags deployed. Consequently, I suffered a gash which missed my left eye only by millimeters, as I was later told resulted from my head bouncing off the dashboard. Above, I've said that I didn't recall too many details, but I do remember being conscious more often than being 'out of it completely.' Specialists still don't agree whether or not I experienced any severe head trauma. Although my wound bled profusely and looked worse than it was, I was unscathed and could move about comfortably. Perhaps I suffered from the cold, damp air, the late night fog or a mild case of shock. Otherwise, only the car was a complete loss. Excepting my injury, all of us survived unharmed.The act of kindness part was the presence of a young couple who was on the scene promptly: passersby, who were eager to stop and help. On the one hand, the male was extraordinary. On the other hand, I never saw any EMS or cops, yet we all got home safely; or were treated, released and attended to separately. Apparently, help and people manifested themselves out of nowhere, where shortly before our wreck, the highway had seemed deserted. Even recently, I've felt deep regret that I never got this man's name or other contact info. In spite of the cold, he put his down jacket on me to help me keep warm. Later, though I'd bled all over it, he gave me his coat and drove me to an ER, so I could have my wound stitched up. Occasionally, I might have lapsed in and out of consciousness during the long ride back, but he stuck around throughout it all. I can only remember being alert briefly enough to ask him to phone a friend of mine from church, giving him the phone number before passing out again. My C(hristian S(cience) sunday school Teacher prayed and treated me all night. We didn't speak but before dawn, I'd recovered enough to walk out through the exit doors of the Hospital ER, 'under my own power.'My rescuer remained with me as long as necessary. Certainly, I thought, way above and beyond the call of duty. Without concern for his own time, resources or any personal agenda, he took me to his home and put me to bed, helping me to recuperate, rest up, etc. before excusing himself. He was at once cool, calm, collected; focused, quite mature and methodical, well- organized and poised. Eventually, he contacted and reached members of my family to come retrieve me. I never knew his name, his occupation, location or age, business-anything about him.Today, how these events changed the course of my life seems less about the dramatic, literally overnight, shift in my adolescent behavior, which up until then had been very unruly and wild; and more about the turnaround in demeanor and outlook on life which I gained from my encounter with a complete stranger. This stranger readily and willingly submitted to the occasion and transformed the scene for me, without fanfare, without being asked, sought no glory or compensation, etc. My injuries were slight, hardly life-threatening, yet the incident taught me much about our human condition. It was a profound wake-up call of sorts; of how no act of kindness or unselfish service is insignificant. With all the chaos that fills our world now more than back in the day, it moved me deeply. Who knows how differently my life would be or might have been if not for…..what's his name? Indeed, would I even be alive today? Probably, in spite of myself, but it's fascinating to reflect how one person cared enough to render aid to another in an emergency, regardless of his own needs. Undoubtedly, His influence changed the course of my life, as well as those many efforts of loved ones, friends and family since then. Finally, to close? My dad was a Commodore, a nautically-oriented man. From him I learned how a course correction is no big deal, quite normal when navigating the seas. Similarly, because of one man's generosity and care, for my life yesterday, I now enjoy imagining how all mankind, with only a smidgin of that same sort of selfless sacrifice, if multiplied globally, could navigate through the multitudes of our world's problems: solving them efficiently and rapidly, today and beyond. Thanks for your attention.