Once a flying monkey, always a flying monkey…


“These are people that are clueless when it comes to recognizing the difference between something genuine and something totally fake and unworthy.”

Madeline Scribes

dorothy red slippers

Dorothy: Lions, and tigers, and bears! Oh, my!

I was reading a status update on Facebook from my new friend Martha. She wrote that the “flying monkeys” at work were starting to be nicer to her, probably because the Narc was either losing her grip on them, or had moved on to another victim. They had been shyly asking for her help and gravitating towards her for some time and she was still avoiding them at all costs. She’s a smart lady. She knows, just like I know, that once you’re a flying monkey, you’re always going to be a flying monkey.

Flying monkeys never change.

Scarecrow: First they (the Flying Monkeys) took my legs off and they threw them over there! Then they took my chest out and they threw it over there!

Tin Woodsman: Well, that’s you all over!

Flying monkey is just another…

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One thought on “Once a flying monkey, always a flying monkey…

  1. My older sister is a flying monkey, narcissist, and very insecure. She took my ice skates and a lot of my wardrobe. Reminds me of the Wicked Witch who wanted Dorothy’s red shoes. She will never return my clothes. She did something totally bizarre…she stopped by our house with a bag of my mother’s clothes after she died. I was flabbergasted. My mother’s clothes? Was that some kind of ‘peace offering’ because she took mine? Very bizarre. When I confronted her about the missing wardrobe it was in the presence of the rest of the family who was gathered together at my brother’s house. She put the blame on me. You read that right. It was my fault my clothes were missing. Then she said, “That’s too bad about your clothes, though…because clothes are a definite expression of who we are…” (which is which she wanted them in the first place. She was stealing my very identity from me).


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