Re: latest podcast and Jake’s higher than average narcissism: is it fair to say that narcissism correlates with an internal locus of control re: Jake should have known about the Nartec? Does grandiose narcissism like V3 ever correlate with a high external locus of control, e.g., “I’m so great nothing could ever be my fault”? Love the podcast!
There's a line from Buffy ("Conversations with Dead People") where a vampire listens to Buffy's description of being the Slayer and says "You do have a superiority complex. And you've got an inferiority complex about it." Freudian terms aside, I do think that there's a type of person who's stuck in this trap of thinking constantly that everything is about their own failings, "at once powerless and culpable" (X). And that the responsibility of being the only Slayer alive, the only war-prince on the planet, can create that mindset.
There are ways that, within Animorphs, Jake really is the most important person on the planet. And there are ways that — we can see from the outside — he has an exaggerated sense of his own importance and thus his own imperfection. None of the six Animorphs do the math that the nartec are amphibious and can attack from the land and water at once, as you said, and yet Jake somehow feels like he's uniquely stupid for not having spotted it (#36). No one on the team figures out a way for them to get out of the sario rip in #11, but Jake is utterly certain that he's the only one who can figure it out and that it must be him who does. So on and so forth.
Cassie's right, that "We didn't do you any favor when we made you leader, did we?" And Marco's right that "I remember back when you didn’t want to have to make all the big decisions" (#16). Being in charge changes Jake, not necessarily for the better. It makes him give himself impossible standards, and then inevitably fail. And soon he has that same thing as Buffy going on: he's surrounded by people who don't get it, he sometimes hates them for that, and he hates himself for hating them.
It's the classic trap of mental illness, that damn demon whispering in your ear that those people over there are laughing at you and your friend didn't text because she hates you and your parents divorced because of you and the planet's dying because of you. And when the meds are working you can see how big the world really is — they're laughing from joy, she's just busy, they can't stay married, Exxon-Mobil exists — but when they're not working then no matter what, always, at all times, it all has to be ALL. ABOUT. YOU.












