Reveries: Concoctions Of A Teenage Boy Who Doesn't Know Jack Shit.

No One Else Matters

And now we come to the most alarming delusion of all - the idea that other people don't matter...

Their feelings. Their needs.

Imagine a cave where those inside never see the outside world, instead they see shadows of that world, projected on the cave wall. The world they see in shadows is not the real world. But it's real to them. If you were to show them the world as it actually is, they would reject it, as incomprehensible. Now what if, instead of being in a cave, you were out in the real world, except you couldn't see it, because... you weren't looking. Because you trusted that the world you saw through the looking glass was the real world. But, there's a difference. You see, unlike the analogy of the cave, where the people are real and the shadows are false, in this age, other people are the shadows. Their faces. Their lives. This is the delusion of the narcissist, who believes that they alone are real. Their feelings are the only feelings that matter, because other people don't matter. And shadows don't feel. Because they're not real. But what if everyone lived in caves? Then no one would be real. Not even you. Unless one day you woke up, and left the cave. How strange the world would look, after a lifetime of  staring at shadows.