Masters of Manipulation: How to Spot Narcissists, and How to Deal with Them

Dear Belladonna Rogers,

I have a friend in a neighboring town who’s unusually witty, a great talker, and the life of every party. Everyone, including me, finds him fascinating. The only problem is, when he’s around, no one else can get a word in edgewise.  I enjoy having “Orson” over for dinner parties, but I’ve discovered I can only invite friends content to listen and never talk when he’s here because other would-be conversationalists get stymied, and sometimes irritated, by his insistence on monopolizing the conversation.  He’s an expert at not letting others speak at all. In fact, he claims expertise where he has none and where others at the table have far more. What should I do?

Exasperated in Lee, Massachusetts

Dear Exasperated,

Short-term answer: Keep inviting listeners when you invite Orson over.  He isn’t going to change.  Nothing you say or do will ever change him.  Longer-term: you’ll tire of Orson’s shtick and selfishness and will be well rid of him. He’s a performer and not, as you wishfully referred to him, a friend.

Orson is a member of an entertaining yet irritating tribe of our fellow human beings known to the psychiatric community as narcissists.  For them, there are no other people at the table.  The writer Michael Lewis once aptly described the social graces of such men and women when he wrote of then-Senator and presidential candidate Phil Gramm (R-Texas), “For him, the opposite of talking was not listening.  It was waiting.”

President Theodore Roosevelt’s daughter, Alice, vividly described this personality type when she said of her father, “He wants to be the bride at every wedding, the corpse at every funeral, and the baby at every christening.”

Sharing the stage with anyone else isn’t in the make-up of a narcissist.  As parents, they’re disastrous, believing their children’s major function in life is to serve their innermost psychological needs. Such parents cripple their children forever. As siblings, they refuse to acknowledge that their parents had any other children.  As friends, they’re unaware of the concept of reciprocity.  Their hostess gift is the pleasure of their company.  Why bring anything else?  What else is there? A few hours with them is all anyone needs.

In the workplace, especially as bosses, their arrogance reaches appalling heights.  They think nothing of starting your day with a self-indulgent phone call or nasty email to express their pique, and they see no need to be civil about it.  Temper tantrums are their birthright. Manners are for little people.  They’re above such time-consuming niceties as decency, kindness, or reciprocity.

Since early childhood, they’ve perfected how to manipulate the glow in every room so the spotlight always shines on them. They achieve the role of center of attention by learning the art of seducing the adults around them as young children.  Highly demanding of parental attention from their earliest years, they learn how to attain and to hold their parents’ interest against all comers.  Then they practice on their hapless siblings, and later at school on classmates and teachers alike.  By the time you meet them as adults, they’re masters at manipulating the feelings of others.  You’re putty in their hands.

The panoply of their traits explains why you signed your email, “Exasperated.”  That’s what they do best: exasperate the rest of us.

If narcissists could pick the song that best sums up how they’d like others to view them, the choice would be easy.  No one expressed it better than Cole Porter:


To compile the checklist of their key characteristics is to become, if only temporarily, depressed.  Anyone with five or more of the following traits qualifies as a narcissist and as someone you’d be better off not having in your life, no matter how entertaining or attractive they appear on their ever-dazzling surfaces.

Most striking is their grandiose sense of their own importance. They’re preoccupied by fantasies of their own brilliance, physical allure, and power. They glory in the concept of the “best” — referring to any of their achievements that would qualify.  If they have none, they turn to their cars, their wardrobes, their houses, their possessions, their collections, their dogs, their children, their alma maters, or even their acquaintances whose achievements or fine reputation can validate their own claim to superiority.

Such vehicles, clothing, pets, possessions, houses, children, or institutions are called “narcissistic extensions” of narcissists, meaning anyone, anything, or any place in their lives through whom or through which they can claim they’re in some way — regardless of how tenuous, distant, or vague the connection — “the best.”

They cannot help themselves from harping on what they’ve done, own or have sired that you haven’t.  Competitions, such as mountain climbing, or running races, especially when they’re older than other competitors, will often set them apart from their contemporaries in ways that allow them rapturously to glory in their superiority. They’ll harbor lifelong grudges against and even hatreds for anyone or any group who has ever done anything better than they.  They cannot tolerate feelings of being second-best.

They’ll take immense pleasure in having some objectively unimportant connection to anything they deem “the best.”  For them clothing doesn’t provide warmth or a way of expressing themselves aesthetically, it provides prestige.  Their cars are only incidentally for transportation: they, too, signal the importance of the owner.

Their obsessive concern with the surfaces of life is all the more disturbing because they’re sadly lacking in their inner lives, particularly in empathy.  Because they’re emotionally handicapped and cannot begin to imagine how others feel, they’re predatory and need to feed on the insecurities of others, heedless of the warnings of conscience that would afflict those with empathy.

They’re incapable of feeling remorse, regret or dismay at their own words or deeds.  People in intimate relationships with narcissists find they spend a lot of time apologizing for the narcissist’s brusque manner and merciless insults, often to waiters, waitresses, cab drivers, bellhops or anyone the narcissist views as beneath him or her.

They enjoy creating scenarios in which they’re in control and others are in pain, and they leave permanent emotional wounds on the psyches of anyone unfortunate enough to be in close emotional proximity to them.  Their greatest victims are their own children, who don’t have the freedom to leave them, except in their fantasies.

Narcissists excel at subtle and not-so-subtle put downs.  They’re cynical and sadistic.  They wake up every morning with an overwhelming urge to manipulate their prey.  And to them, we’re all their prey.

Narcissists believe they’re special, unique.   They want others to see them as bigger than life.

But the grim reality of their inner lives couldn’t be more different from their glittering surfaces. If you get close enough to see behind their masks of bravado, you’ll see a grotesquely rotten core and a Grand Canyon of insecurity under their gorgeous exteriors.

We all enjoy the odd compliment now and then, the appreciative pat on the back, but narcissists constantly crave and even demand excesses of admiration.  They’re unable to tolerate attention turning to anyone else or admiration being directed at others.

For them the admiration pie is a zero sum game.  If you admire anyone else, that means — to narcissists — that there’s less left for them, when all it really means is that not all your admiration is directed only at him or her.

They’re seized with a pervasive need for gratification from everyone around them. They also have a particularly irritating need to be “right” about everything — all the time.  If you dare to disagree, their response will be anything from an arrogant sigh  of dismissal to an unprovoked attack.  The provocation — just so you’ll be forewarned — is that you’ve challenged their “right” position.  They do not welcome what they deem to be contradictions of their pronouncements.  They are right.  If you beg to differ,  you are wrong.  There are few more pointless efforts in life than arguing with a narcissist.

Narcissists are preternaturally preoccupied with fantasies of success.  If they have to lie to achieve their goals, no problem.  No conscience, no empathy — ergo no issues with bald-faced lies.

You add it all up — their sense of entitlement, their need for admiration, their exploitation of others in order to elicit admiration and incite erotic feelings, their psychological abuse of their own children to meet their own personal needs, their bottomless envy of others and an unrelenting belief that others are envious of them, their arrogant, haughty attitudes, holding themselves above everyone else — and you can see why you’re exasperated.

With narcissists, you’ll feel looked down upon, although you often won’t know quite why or even realize that you felt that way until after they’re gone.  For narcissists, their own prestige and attractiveness are all-important, and they get to dictate the terms of their relative prestige: it’s whatever they have and you don’t.  It may not be prestige in the real world (although it may be) but it’s what they’ve accomplished or what they are and you’re not.


Here’s what you can expect from such individuals: a performance consisting of a presentation of their particular thoughts, witticisms, concerns, ideas, preferences, and spur-of-the-moment quips.  Here’s what you can not expect: interest in you, or in anyone else, a desire to respond to your concerns, interests, questions, or, most of all, your needs.  They’re the ones with needs.  In their universe, you’re expected to meet their needs.  They recognize no reciprocal obligation.

A “relationship” with such a person is the proverbial one-way street.  If you’re alone in a room with someone like this, it will feel as if there’s only one person there: the other person.  Your role, if you choose to accept it, is to be the audience.  It’s just that simple.  You can laugh, you  can look concerned, you can express the appropriate reaction at the appropriate moment, but don’t even think about expressing your views, feelings, opinions, or observations.  They aren’t welcome, and they have no place in a monologue.  The fact that you have relevant experiences or expertise is profoundly irrelevant to the soliloquist -narcissist.  It deeply doesn’t matter.

Let’s say you realize you share a common biographical fact that might be of mutual interest.  Don’t waste your breath.  It’s of no mutual interest because the concept of mutuality is absent from the inner life of such people.  The fact that, for example, you were both raised without your fathers is meaningless.  All that counts to the narcissist is that he was raised without his father.  Your life story is of no conceivable interest to him.

With a description like this, you might wonder why anyone would wish to have a relationship with such a person as Orson at all.  What’s the point?  It’s easy to see what isn’t the point: such a person will have, and will show, no interest whatsoever in you except to use you in whatever ways will further his goals, agenda, or needs.

So what is the point?  These people are often, like Teddy Roosevelt, charismatic and exciting.  They express themselves vividly and are usually vibrant, vivacious, and exhilarating.  They can stir frissons of passionate feelings, and be electrifying company.  They’re never boring.  While others who are equally bright can be tedious companions, these people are never dull.

They have the gift of being hyper-interesting and always thought-provoking.  They can hold an audience captive with their  stimulating presence.  Others hang on their every word.  They’re magnetic, and often sexually attractive by virtue of the field of energy their intense focus as performers invariably generates. They aren’t necessarily beautiful or handsome.  But they’re high-energy, which translates as sexually-charged.

Others are drawn to them like the moth to the flame, yet to be with them is to be an audience member, a servant, a driver, an assistant, a helper but never an equal.  In their view, they have no equals.  Why should you be any different?

You’ll rarely, if ever, be asked how you are, even when you’ve just undergone major surgery the day before, because the narcissist will never know you did.  He’ll never ask and you won’t bother to tell.  Why would you?  It would be meaningless to him, utterly meaningless.

You’re always at the narcissist’s beck and call, but when you need help, don’t turn to one of them.  If you know a narcissist, be sure you also have a real friend in your life.  When you need a narcissist, he or she is never available.


How will you recognize a narcissist before the manipulation and charm offensive begins?  Often you won’t.  Narcissists are more easily recognized in the rear-view mirror than glimpsed beforehand through the windshield.

You’ll feel their after-effects once you’re alone.  You’ll feel you’ve been taken advantage of, that you’ve been used, that what you intended as a gift was, in fact, ingeniously extracted from you to meet the narcissist’s needs. For a while, you’ll feel like sh*t, and wonder how on Earth you could have allowed yourself to have been so blinded, so blindsided, and so taken advantage of.  Why did you ever believe it was an honor, a privilege, and a pleasure to serve the narcissist’s needs?

One major way you’ll know you’ve been with a narcissist is that there’ll be no golden afterglow.  Instead, you’ll feel depression that will feel like anger turned inward.  And you will be angry with yourself.  Furious.  And glum. You’ll realize that you’ve been under a narcissist’s control and you’ll promise yourself it will never happen again, that you’ll be much more alert the next time.

And maybe you will.  But just as likely, the next narcissist will appear out of the blue with a completely different approach and you’ll be had all over again.

All you can do is to extricate yourself as soon as you can the next time.  As long as you’re alive, there’ll always be a next time, but you’ll begin to catch on sooner the longer you live.


The day will dawn, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day and for the rest of your life, when the scales will fall from your adoring eyes and you’ll see Orson for what he is.  Entertainment.  A curiosity of human nature. Nothing more and nothing less.  Certainly not a mensch — a decent, reliable, or a caring human being.

You’ll get to the point with men and women like Orson at which their enormous charm, wit, vivacity, and even their dazzling intelligence and rapturous sexual appeal will wear thin.  The emotional one–way street becomes a dead-end.  It exacts too high a toll.  You’ll tire of expecting all your other friends to gather around your table only to act as extras in a movie not of your making, nor of your choosing.

The chances are high that your relationship with Orson will be time-limited.  What’s amusing and worth putting up with now will become less so as time goes by.

If you’re simply an acquaintance of a narcissist, don’t get any closer.  If you’re already close, try to keep your distance.  Ultimately, they self-destruct.  Their lives rarely end well, surrounded by others who love them.  We all die alone, but narcissists die more alone, invariably literally alone.

There needn’t be a major blow-up to end the relationship.  Let’s face it, it isn’t a relationship. Orson and his ilk wouldn’t notice, anyway.  As the luminous psychoanalyst Nancy McWilliams has observed, two of the hallmarks of narcissists are their inability to express authentic remorse and their inability to express genuine gratitude.  Both situations make them feel one-down when their personalities demand that they always feel one-up.

And so it will be with you and Orson: you’ll tolerate his selfishness and lack of empathy for you and your friends until those serious deficits outweigh the cornucopia of pleasures of his company. When they do, you’ll withdraw and he’ll barely notice.  At first, you may miss his wit and the raw excitement of being near him, but as you cultivate more reciprocal relationships, you’ll be far less exasperated and much happier.  That’s a promise — and a guarantee.

—  Belladonna Rogers

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