Emotional vampirism

There is a person I know, at a particular sports club I like to frequent. I know little enough about this person, apart from the fact that we share an interest, and I would recognize them on the street if I saw them. We’ve spoken a few times.

Well, I say ‘spoken’, but it mainly consisted of them talking and my listening to them. This person loves to talk. They chatter at high speed, from nervousness or simply obliviousness, on everything from current politics to the latest TV shows. They give their opinions, and inevitably and relentlessly talk about themselves.

They are an emotional vampire. A rare one, but a vampire nonetheless.

I have wondered whether their apparent narcissism is from being insecure or from a need for self-aggrandisment, but the root cause hardly matters. I avoid their company. I have not the time or patience to find out whether there is a good person under the layers of self-centered rudeness.

Thus always to vampires, my friends. Best to avoid them.



I’ve found that I need to rest.

I did no writing yesterday. I’ll probably do nothing today. Not for the lack of wanting to; I just have no energy, and my body cries out for peace. Sometimes I forget I’m not superhuman.

I stopped eating much of anything with excessive sugar in it a few weeks ago, and, as part of my restfulness today, I treated myself to a piece of chocolate cake. An hour later, when my stomach had tied itself into knots and showed no sign of getting any better, I regretted every bite of it. It seems that giving up much of the sweet things I like means my digestive system has acclimatized to simpler food, and now it treats chocolate cake as a perfect reason to inflict crippling indigestion on me.

I should also remember that self-care is tricky, and sometimes the things I do to practice self-care don’t really work that well.