The Good Minutes

Nothing makes me happy longer than a minute,
then it's back to normal-
not using enough energy to fully dislike anything. 

Some thought sticks in there,
whatever it holds to-
little specks in the dark
wandering...

"Narcissists feel shameful when confronted with a failure. 
They feel (narcissistically) injured. 
Their omnipotence is threatened, 
their sense of perfection and uniqueness is questioned. 
They are enraged, 
engulfed by self-reprimand, 
self-loathing and internalized violent urges." - Dr. Sam Vaknin, PHD (googled it).

Why not admit it?
What does it feel like to care for others?
It's somewhere in the good minutes.