Sushi with a Narcissist – in 100 words
A 100-word story about sushi with two friends. I was launching a soul-baring memoir and I wanted to bare my soul to them. A friend of theirs showed up with them. Little did I know he was a narcissist.
A man showed up to sushi with two of my friends.
Our mouths watered for salmon belly.
His mouth watered too…but for conversation.
It’s okay, I mused, he’s excited to see old friends.
When I finally got to speak,
He seemed bored,
Then he interrupted,
They chased that new rabbit.
Steam wafted out of my ears.
“Seriously?” I interjected. “Is my story that uninteresting to you?”
His face got red and he bit his lip.
Now I was the bad guy.
Why’d I have to asshole the asshole?
Because I knew this man wouldn’t stop.
Narcissists never do.