The Happy Narcissist

“Oh Jesus Christ . . . NOW he thinks he’s God!” I know that’s what some who read this are now thinking. “Here I am” just means that I am here . . . NOT that “I AM” like “The Great I AM” in the Bible. I mean, c’mon, Man! I KNOW that I’m NOT…

Two thousand and twenty years after the birth of the real Jesus Christ, the One I sometimes call “my possibly imaginary Friend,” my self-observed post traumatic stress disorder and clinically diagnosed attention deficit hyperactivity disorder conjoined with my universally-acclaimed narcissistic personality disorder and all exacerbated by the self-isolation imposed by governments around the world, including…

I forgot to mention that among my other aforementioned disabilities that I am somewhat immature for my somewhat mature age, and that I have ”COVID Brain,” as does my beautiful bride of nearly forty-two years by the way, and that I was born with the genetic defect of a Y chromosome, and that I identify…

“I was married to a narcissist,” she said, “and YOU are no narcissist. Narcissists are mean bastards.” “Well,” I said, “just like there are mean drunks and happy drunks, there are also mean narcissists and happy narcissists . . . and I’m a ‘HAPPY NARCISSIST” whose only mission in life is to spread love and…

My name is not really “Magic,” which I spell “Majik,” like it’s Arabic. Why Arabic? I don’t know. Arabic is kind of chic, is it not? See what I did there? Yeah, I know. Forgive me . . . but don’t try to tell me that you wouldn’t have done it too! I pronounce “Majik”…