But Why…?

I’ve asked the question a million times.

Why?

You know what you’re doing is wrong

You know what you’re doing is causing harm

You know what you’re doing is having negative consequences

You know you’re being deceitful

You know what you’re doing is detrimental

You know, but you don’t care

You know, but you do it anyway

You know

I can ask the question as many times as I want, but I know you’re not going to give me an honest answer.

I can ask the question, but it’s pointless.

I am allowed to ask, even if I know I’ll never get an answer. I am allowed to ask, even, even though it won’t bring closure. I’m allowed to ask, because I will always be curious about what makes a narcissist tick. It won’t solve anything, nor will it fix anything. It’s not something that I will lose sleep over.

But I will always wonder why…