~Psychology~

He watched them with new eyes that morning. During pre-breakfast training, his caffeine-deprived mind focused on the movements necessary to keep from being pounded into paste by his irritatingly wide-awake brothers, but now, sipping his second mug, the synapses were firing. He could see the book coming alive. The narcissist is solely focused on his or her own needs, the recently-retrieved-from-the-dump book of Psychology read. While most people have some narcissistic traits, the true narcissist is completely self-focused.

He watched as his brother snatched the milk, even though his bowl was still half filled with cereal, and winced as the youngest protested, loudly, and insincerely, that it wasn't him who scratched the motorcycle, why didn't he lay off already? The eldest intervened with a heavy sigh. The book used lengthy technical terms for chronic untruth and for controlling behavior, too. Maybe after another cup of coffee, he'd remember the clinical terms… He swirled the brown liquid to cool it, and took another sip. Dysfunctional, the book called people like them. Unable to take part in normal social interactions. Yep, that sounded about right. He smiled, sipped, and decided to dump the book in the trash.