Showing posts with label his past targets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label his past targets. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Invincibility by Association

A new phenomenon I've thought about some recently is Clark's uncanny ability to make his targets believe they can behave outrageously and get away with it. He will, in fact, talk others into doing things he himself is not brave enough to do, yet somehow he is able to convince them that even though he won't do something, they are within their rights to do so. He can even convince them it's a good idea.

Case in point: the ex-business partner Mallory. He talked her into creating a giant scene in a public venue, very much a public place, but one that is frequented by the same group of people over and over. She offended the people there horribly. However, he then somehow managed to talk her into returning there for a casual visit. Of course, this made her look ridiculous, vicious, and insane all at once, because everyone there knew remembered what she'd done. She, however, had obviously been bolstered by him that she had every right to do so, and that there was nothing wrong with the move. And yes, she had every right to be in a public place. But rights and being downright stupid aren't the same thing. As a note, also, please keep in mind that he was in said place at the time, and even while he had been the person to invite her to come and bolstered her courage to her face, behind her back he was telling everyone in the place how he couldn't believe she came, etc.

It's something I dealt with recently, actually, having run into what I think of as his "target family." This is an actual family of people who are not his primary targets, but his fallbacks, and, incidentally, the persons he currently uses to back him financially, both in life (food, shelter, clothing, etc.) and in his crazy, half-baked ideas. He trashes them openly behind their backs and even admits to others that he is "only using them." In fact, he treats them terribly, but he has also love-bombed them to such an extent and attached himself to their lives so thoroughly that they practically worship him. The Matriarch, which is another post for another time, as well as the spawn, who we'll call Trina, might as well be the poster-children for what I've come to think of as moron mode--the condition you have when you begin to realize something is "off" about a sociopath, but you value him as a friend so much that you overlook the discrepancies. In fact, it's my belief this is the very reason you hear about so many serial killers, etc., having wives or girlfriends who didn't "know" what their sociopath was. You think to yourself, "Wow, she's so stupid. How could she have not realized?" Easy. She was in moron mode. It's the combination of being love-bombed and lied to and is the direct result of your sociopath emotionally attaching himself to you, parasite-style. He has done exactly what he needs to do to a target: made himself the perfect companion so that no matter what awful things you hear, you won't believe it of him, because it's not the person you know. I digress...

Anyway, I ran into the target fallback family, and Trina was unbelievably shocked when I was less than congenial to her. She went so far as to comment on my "rudeness," when in reality, over the past months after Clark had painted me crazy to them, she had publicly threatened me (Charles Manson cult-esque, anyone?). Yet, here she was, brazenly expecting me to be polite and courteous to her as though nothing had happened.

All I could think of in that moment was the incident of Mallory returning to "the scene of the crime," and how because of her associations with Clark, she'd been under his spell to the point where she completely believed that she could take actions without consequences. It is because he lives in a world where he doesn't live by the same social cues the rest of us do, but it is because for him, the rules are not the same. Most of us understand what is acceptable and what is not, but in his world, anything is acceptable if he would like it to be. (Yet, God forbid someone does the same thing to him. It would be unforgiveable. There is very much a double standard in behavior expectations in that way. It's very Hitler, but again...another story for another time.)

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

So Many Crazies, So Little Time

There are a lot of things that should've clued me in that something with Clark wasn't right. Then again, there were a lot of things; I just ignored them. How could I not? After all, if there was one thing he was good at, it was showing me, his target, everything I needed to see to believe that he was a great person and that anyone who said one word against him must just not know him very well.

Looking back, though, there were so many signs. There were wild claims of things he'd done when there seemed to be no evidence of this past aside from his tales about it. He also had many a serious pity ploy, which many books say is the closest thing to a warning stamp on a Sociopath you'll ever see. However, those things are for later blogs, because today, I want to talk about another sign I should've noticed...

There were way too many "crazy" people in his past as well as way too many people who "hated him for no reason." The second or third time I was alone with him, he confided in me about his "crazy" ex-boyfriend (we'll call him Andy) who was abusive, had once pulled a knife on him after chasing him in his car, and at a separate time, had tried to poison him. And though I never saw him, Andy would occassionally "show up" in town, call Clark, or otherwise harrass Clark, which would cause a massive pity event.

There was another girl I knew, we'll call her Mallory, who moved from town just as I was coming into his life. When I first met her, I had the impression the two of them were very close friends. However, when she moved, I got a very different story. She was "crazy" and "obsessed with him." He would tell me all kinds of stories ranging from how she would watch him sleep (they were roommates) to how she embezzled money from the company they ran together.

There would be several people in town who he would tell me had a vendetta against him for no reason or even worse...they hated him because he "was gay." They would talk badly about him, not support his company and tell others not to support his company because they were "crazy." And there did seem to be an awful lot of people who seemed to dislike him or have grudges against him. But I just couldn't understand it; all I'd ever seen was this sweet, wonderful person who I'd come to think of as my best friend.

Well, when I was discarded, I started to learn more about Clark and what he was, and I began to learn more about sociopathy and targets. I also found out the truth about these "crazy" people. They were me. They weren't crazy; they were past targets who'd found out, just like I had, what Clark was. So, in order to avoid the risk of them exposing him to people who liked Clark, he painted them as crazy. He would tell all of the current people on his radar, particularly his current target, wild (false) stories about his past targets to totally destroy their credibility. For target Andy, it was that he was an attempted murderer. He's not. He's actually a normal guy who was never charged with anything as Clark told me. I know. I've spoken to him. For the girl Mallory, she was a creepily obsessed with him and an embezzler. Those are just two; I have actually talked to several others. Me? I'm apparently an obsessed stalker who talked horribly about a lot of people he associated with.

It's not a bad plan, I guess. People don't want to believe their neighbor or their friend or the teacher could, well, not have a conscience. People want to believe the best of people, even when all the signs say they shouldn't. If someone has a choice of admitting someone they know is a sociopath or thinking someone is just scorned and bitter and "crazy," it's much easier for them to believe the "crazy" version. Not to mention of course, that sociopaths are convincing enough, charismatic enough, can spin enough stories, and tell enough lies to make sure they look like the victim instead of their targets.

So, let this be a lesson to you: one "crazy" = maybe. Two "crazy"= hazy. Three "crazy"= scorsese. As in, you need to run like you're being chased by a guy with a gun in a Martin Scorsese film!