Word salad / circular conversation

They are the same thing. Two different names for the same thing.

I laugh when I think about the times I called Susan out on stuff.
For example splatters of sauce on the cooker hop annoys the crap out of me.
I remember confronting her on it way back when before I became aware that i was dealing with a narcissist.

Aside:
Cooking is her thing. It makes her feel “special”. It’s a source of power for her.
And a source of control because without her valiant cooking deeds we’d all starve.
Anyway…

Confronting her. I might as well have been telling her that she looked like the semi-alive skeletal remains of some horrible evil banshee from Mordor. She got offended. She denied that it was her who did it. She deflected. She accused me of it. She accused me of way worse. She ducked, dodged and weaved. Forget it….

Another time, I called her out on why it was such a big deal that I had to travel for work on Wednesday. I mean, I generally see Emma to school in the morning. Now she had to do it, could she not just do it then head into work a little later than usual? Logical? No?
Apparently not, she just couldn’t do that. She would have to book a full day off work for this. Bonkers nonsense illogical trash-talk followed for hours as she simply bullshitted that illogical ul-real stance into existence.

Word-salad is quite simply bullshitting of the ducking, diving, dodging, weaving, and deflecting one’s way out of something, variety. It tends to happen when she’s being called out on something or confronted on something.

It boils down to her refusing to take any accountability for anything.

Consequences

You might as well be talking to the wall. Accountability, responsibility. None.