The Toxics

Rainbows are not there to stay. And neither are the jolly phases of life (being outright practical). Messed-up existence is the pattern of indication that we are not dead. But what’s astonishing is that how some take it as their responsibility to bring into effect that negative advancement. Popularly called the toxics, these people have a specific way of conduct. One way to determine if a toxic person has moved into your life is an abrupt and unexpected chaos where there used to be harmony. Normal human beings have differences, divergence and bad days, but when psychopaths enter the painting, everything comes scrambling down. You’ll suddenly find people abhorring each other, friendships falling apart, jealousies and competitions coming out of nowhere, symptoms of anxiety, worsening self-esteem, and a constant need to defend yourself. 

Psychopathic abuse is covert, and they’ll typically appear to be the innocent one. Look for the person who’s calm and composed while in company, manufacturing this chaos behind closed doors, whispering in everyone’s ears about everyone else. The one who listens and agrees with everything you say, validating your dislike of peopleyou never disliked before. The psychopath flatters each target, then quietly trashes them to other targets. One has to be keen at crown and not stupid at heart so as to shut the parasite of amity. Once people begin comparing notes,that’s when the psychopath’s world of lies starts to fall apart and the healing begins.