Remembering Mr. Charm
Since working at my new place of employment, I have encountered many people from my past. I either work them (and they actually remember me or they don’t) or I have known them in other capacities, such as church or work.
Yet, rarely do I come across retail orders of people I personally know. If I have, I wouldn’t have known unless I recognize a person’s name. However, on the same day that I had the encounter with a former colleague/supervisor, I also had an invisible encounter with a narcissist I once knew I dub ‘Mr. Charm’. I once considered Mr. Charm as a once potential love interest until I realized it was better to settle on him being a friend. It didn’t take long for me to discover his odd behaviors were actually narcissistic traits, and it would take me even less to find out he’s an actual narcissist with whom I’d need to sever ties.
Needless to say, on the day I encountered a former colleague/supervisor, I encountered Mr. Charm via an order he’d placed online. He had ordered a big, soft and comfortable pillow. I had to literally laugh out loud at the sight of this because that day was already turning out to be a day for traveling back down memory lane. My God, what was happening? Why was I being taken down memory lane? It occurred to me that maybe I was going through a test because there was no way this could have been a coincidence. However, coincidences do happen. So I just went with the flow.
I couldn’t help but wonder how Mr. Charm sleeps at night … or any narcissist for that matter. A new pillow? First of all, how did I know this pillow actually belonged to the Mr. Charm I personally knew? There were indeed other people with his name. However, there aren’t others with his exact address. So I knew it was definitely a pillow for him. Yet, the chance of having this happen was almost as coincidental as me working as a delivery driver and delivering orders to several former colleagues from my past too. I guess it’s bound to happen even is a rather large city.
Needless to say, I considered the probabilities of coming across orders of people I formerly knew, and since I’ve been working at this new facility, it’s actually happened twice. A fleeting thought about these people would occur to me, but then I’d move on because time doesn’t stand still. There’s no sense in me pondering what might have been when things have been destined to be as they are now. I cannot change things, and at this time in my life, I wouldn’t want to change things. I’d rather remain no-contact with these people. It’s for the best.
As for Mr. Charm, I’d definitely rather remain no-contact with him. It was a few months prior this that he actually face-timed my phone number my going no-contact from him nearly 9 years ago. It had to have been an accident on his part because my phone barely had a chance to ring. In fact, had I not have been on my phone browsing through videos, I may have not even realized what had happened since most calls easily get moved to voicemail or that zone of nothingness when I miss a call. The disconnect was fast, and I chalked it up to it being a misdial, and I only knew it was him because I checked the number since it’s my habit to look up numbers when I don’t recognize the caller.
Needless to say, I have moved on with my life, and I dare not take the chance of ever reopening closed doors that should remained closed. Besides, Mr. Charm is a narcissist, and I have rarely known any narcissistic person in my life to ever change. Even if they claim change, I always know that they haven’t really changed because their own words and predictable behaviors give them away. So Mr. Charm can continue to order as many pillows as he wants, and as much as I wonder how he actually finds peace in sleep, maybe the fact that he ordered a pillow tells me all that I ever need to know about him having any peace. 😉
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