My daily routine is a rigmarole of threats, complaints, hurts, eruptions, moodiness and rage. I rail against slights true and imagined. I alienate people. I humiliate them because this is my only weapon against the humiliation of their indifference to me. Gradually, wherever I am, my social circle dwindles and then vanishes.
Every narcissist is also a schizoid, to some extent.
A schizoid is not a misanthrope. He does not necessarily hate people - he simply does not need them. He regards social interactions as a nuisance to be minimized. This wish, in my case, is peppered with contempt and feelings of superiority. These conflicts lead to rapid cycling between gregariousness and self-imposed ascetic seclusion.