Ah, delusion. It’s the perfume some people wear so thickly, they can’t smell the truth even when it’s wafting around the room in bold neon letters.

So there I was, casually mentioning to someone from the old circle that we were all friends once, trying to be gracious (as always). She paused, raised an eyebrow, and replied with the kind of precision that deserves its own award:
“Oh no, he wasn’t our friend. He was just someone we used to play tennis with.”
Oof.
Match. Set. Reality check. 🎾💥

Turns out, in his mind, they were the cast of Friends. But in theirs? He was more like the guy who wandered onto the court uninvited, argued over the score, and brought weird energy to doubles matches. You know the type.

Funny how narcissists always rewrite history with themselves in the starring role, adored, admired, and central to the plot—when in reality, most people were just trying to avoid a conversation or an eye roll. I think we all know someone like that. 🙃

He always did see things differently.
He thought control was love.
He thought silence was loyalty.
He thought manipulation was charm.
And apparently… he thought he was popular at tennis club.

But here’s the kicker:
It speaks volumes when even the bystanders say, “He wasn’t one of us.”
Not out of cruelty. Just truth.

So if you’ve ever doubted your experience, wondered if you were “too sensitive,” or questioned your gut because everyone seemed to like him—don’t. Sometimes, people were just being polite. And now? They’re not even pretending.

I walked away thinking, “Maybe I wasn’t crazy after all.”
Turns out the crowd agrees.
Even the tennis club.

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