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Maybe its NPD...


 ... Or maybe its eyebrow pencil. As I picked the second title in my daily first read of the morning, the subject struck a personal chord. It was about emotionally unstable people, how they act, their relationships and so forth.

I dove in head first on this one, as I could relate to a couple drama-queens that have been family members and have been friends. I've decided to steer clear of them. As I'm barely texting them, although that's a great option for a family member. Keeping them at more than 'arm's length', for my health. I do so, because like them, I have a ship to run too.

In reading this article on Medium.com "7 Sure Signs of an Emotionally Unstable Person" written by Sean Kernan. The writer referred to studies from Cleveland Clinic, research from Rutgers University and the like. I read a few of the studies and medical articles after reading Kernan's piece. There was so much that rang true in my interactions with emotionally unstable people. I also recognized emotionally unstable people in our children's lives as they grew up, now adults. I hope they read up on this subject, in hopes to make them wiser with their relationships.

However, the article and the referred studies I'd read were for my reflection on my past relationships and how I feel about our current political scenery. 

Oh, NPD is Narcissistic Personality Disorder, go look it up if you dare. In lieu of our voting/electing we should consider those divorced more than once as not eligible for leadership. I've always felt this way, and after reading up on emotionally unstable people and why perhaps they are that way, its clear that its not just a character flaw of possible irrational behavior. Yet as well, its highly likely that they crave drama, increase drama for others and usually are quite impulsive. And I believe that the people voting for them either are illiterate, blinded by greed, or have at least some borderline personality disorder themselves or are wearing too much eyebrow pencil. LOL. It could be the blond hair dye seeping into their brain, who knows. 

Either way their moral compass is impulsively heading south and acting as if they know it all. Meanwhile, I'm certain they have Soul Derangement Sydrome (SDS), yes I think I just made this syndrome up. Is this all possible? Yes.

Remember your sixth grade class? Girls most likely will. I recall it so well, that I do wonder how I made it through those middle school years. Yet here I am today. Back then if you knew me, you would've not thought that I would be the person with a successful marriage of over 36 years, having a successful business nearing 30 years, neither as someone interested in giving, being, living. Successful in so many ways, even in my athletic failures, I'd accomplished quite a bit. However, I did not come from that. None of that from my parents generation, people born in the 1930s through the 1940s. What a mess they were. And the offspring of those generations, most were decent people; however, psychological counseling remained stigmatized by many in the U.S. This in turn ruined many of those children's lives, who didn't become as successful as I'd experienced. 

I always believe there are scales that balance out most lives. Which I've experienced. Yet, those who are emotionally unstable appear to not get out of their own destructive ways. And when we're around those who still believe that psychological counseling is only for the unfit or the crazy people. As they themselves give off superior vibes because, they suggest they have no need for such counseling. My advice is Run the Other Way! And do not vote, appoint or elect them to leadership offices.---Jody-Lynn Reicher 



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