- Joined
- Sep 8, 2015
The man is the unholy trinity of fantasists: a narcissist, an autist and a fiction writer. Making shit up in his own head is all he has ever known how to do, but his only fames of reference are capeshit. Every single thought he has gets filtered through grandiosity and punched up to make him look better, but he doesnt have the social skills or theory of mind to be remotely believeable or relateable. He's not worldly or interesting and he doesnt have any friends so he has zero concept of how nuanced and varied the world and human thought can actually be. He sees no future problems that might emerge from constantly spinning fragments of truth into these ridiculous, seat of the pants narratives that only serve his ego and he is in way too deep to ever back down now as that would require him to acknowledge all his faults.
Niki swooping in and convincing him he wasnt as broken and unloveable as Adrienne said might have been the worst thing for him because now he gets to shut down any self reflection and do the old "No. It's the children who are wrong" because muh wife. She needs to leave for both of their sake. She would be so much happier eating Jen's box every night, and Patrick just might, against all likelihood, one day gaze into the abyss of his own mind, reflect on his actions and stop being so fat.
