File this one under "Getting to Know You":
So, I was thinking about how many ways we express ourselves every day- you know, how our creativity can leak out in funny ways... Do you make silly faces out of your child's food? Find yourself humming little tunes? Maybe they started out as a song you know but then morphed into your own composition? Do you doodle when you talk on the phone? Are you good at decorating your environment and putting your outfits together?
Everything has meaning- from the dreams we dream at night to the words we choose when we speak.
For instance, sometimes when I see an unusual tattoo (and the illustrated person seems approachable), I ask about it's significance. Most people love to talk about their body art!
So, I ask you, out of all of the images (and names) out in the world, why did you choose a specific one to represent yourself here on The Path Forward?
I'll be the first one on the dance floor:
I chose "Echo and Narcissus" by John William Waterhouse because it's such a beautiful painting. I also purposely excluded Echo because she looks as though she's pinning for her love and it is just too sad. That, and in my 'happy ending' for her, she get's a clue about Narc-Boy's deranged and unchangeable character and she MOVES FORWARD to a fulfilling life (just go with me on this!) I focus on the handsome Narcissus because he is doomed to forever gaze upon his 'perfect self' - mesmerized, captivated, he is rooted there- eventually wasting away with love for himself. So, the image is my way of reminding myself that my Ex-NarcoPath is 'stuck in life'. Unchanging and clueless (for the most part) about his predicament!
And I chose my name here because Robo-Boy was grooming me to be his 'perfect' admirer. (Narcs prefer our admiration and adoration over our love)...
He would say to me all the beautiful words (flattery) that he wanted me to 'ECHO' back to him.
This was his idea of perfect communication between us:
Preacher-Man: I am SOOOO WONDERFUL!
Me: WONDERFUL! wonderful!
Preacher-Man: I'm a god- SOOOO very exquisite!
Me: EXQUISITE! Exquisite!
So, THAT is why I call myself NO MORE AN ECHO! He wanted to ADD me to his collection of breathless sycophants. Just another prop suspensively anticipating his every whim.
Sorry, Dude. No. Can. Do. No more yours (or anyone's) echo...
So, what's your story?