How I can relate to Donald Trump

I recently read an article that I can’t find anymore which provided a very interesting analysis of the source of Donald Trump’s narcissism and why it resonates with so many white men across the country. How is it that a spoiled rotten billionaire can position himself as an anti-elitist outsider? The author of the article traces Donald’s narcissism to decades of social rejection by the aristocratic socialites and snobbish media of Manhattan. He theorized that Trump’s egomania is fueled by a deep-seated resentment against the perceived lifelong disrespect that other people have shown him. This sense of disrespect is the engine that powers his pursuit of celebrity and absolute power, and it resonates powerfully with a demographic of white men who feel like the world no longer respects them.

I have no idea how legitimate this theory is. The author gave numerous examples of situations when Trump was ridiculed by the New York press and shunned by New York socialites. Most recently, he described Trump’s epic roasting by President Obama at this year’s Washington Correspondents Dinner. I know I’m not supposed to feel empathy for our nation’s greatest sociopath, but I did upon reading about his public humiliation. It made my heart hurt to think of what it would be like to feel special and awesome because I got invited to a big deal event in Washington and then get taken down spectacularly by a much more gregarious, intelligent man whom I considered to be my enemy. Now don’t get me wrong. Of course Trump deserved it. And much more. The contempt with which he has treated Obama is breathtaking. Nevertheless, I can personally relate to the self-pity and resentment that seem to form the core of Trump’s narcissism.