You want empathy? The world is not about you.
You are boring; I am not, so hurry, stop your chattering, and take a breath. Pause so I can interrupt your conversation. I have a better story, a better joke, a better anecdote to share than yours.
Don’t shy away. Trust my handshake. Look directly into my eyes. See me smile? Trust me. Aren’t I charming? I can move in closer, speak a little louder. Here, let me pat you on the arm. Let me pretend I care.
Why are you getting attention? I am younger/older, prettier/smarter, more deserving. The attention, the possessions, the friends you have - all of it should be mine.
Thank you? Ha, you will never hear me say that. It is only right you should share it with me.
I am sorry? Never. I am never to blame.
You were right? To admit that would show weakness.
You don’t like me? There must be something wrong with you. It cannot possible have anything to do with me.