It's what I call it when I have a day or a couple of days where it seems like everything I do reflects my sociopathic nature. I mean, I'm never NOT a sociopath, but I do try and steer myself out of socio activities. Not because I feel bad or feel guilt about them, but because I know it means I could wind up in trouble.
My work week ended with my patience worn thin and my internal beehive agitated. Before I left for the weekend, I took a risk at some quick revenge by licking the delivered food of a client we had. She'd been a bitch all night and when I saw the opportunity I took it. I was almost caught.
If I'd been caught, I would have easily been fired.
A couple seconds difference was all that separated me from clocking in Monday or standing in the unemployment line.
After that, I went a little too wild on the weekend. I don't know why, other than I know I was just feeling restless and needed some kind of excitement. At a coworker's birthday party, I wasted no time in getting... well, wasted. Luckily I had already double booked myself that night and had plans to meet up with my friends later.
Downtown, I drank more. I gave people who weren't my boyfriend flirtatious looks. I stole from the bar. I snuck into the gogo's changing room so I could see them fully nude, then dropped my drink on purpose when I was told to leave.
It isn't much. Nothing that others haven't done after having one too many. But for me and my personality, it's a murky path that often leads to far more risky and dangerous things.
A Modern Sociopath
Confessions of an Iceman: A blog run by a self-identified socio/psychopath, dedicated to my personal life as well as the topic of socio/psychopathy in the modern world.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Thursday, July 24, 2014
(Dumb) Questions Answered
I don't really know why I thought I
could avoid the dumb, trollish comments and questions I've been
getting since I've started promoting my blog, but I guess I did.
Anyway, here are a couple I'll answer publicly so maybe I won't have
to again...? Just kidding. That also seems unrealistic.
Why would a sociopath blog?
I don't know why this is the most
asked question, because it's really strange. Why wouldn't a
socio/psycho blog? I have a brain and fingers. Am I exempt from
blogging? Why do bipolar people blog? Or religious fanatics? Just
because I'm different doesn't mean I can't blog.
Why do you care about people knowing
you're a sociopath?
Well... I don't. I never said I did. I
said I'm blogging in order to “ finally expose that self, even
through this shadow of online anonymity. It's not about guilt or
confusion of identity, but rather just a need to express who I am
with limited repercussions or consequence. And maybe in the process
I'll learn a bit more about myself than I already do.”
So... I don't understand the question
here.
Sociopaths can't/don't have emotions/a
consciences!
This one is just a statement I've been
getting from a handful of people. An ignorant one. I'd like to tell
them to read more objective (keyword there) works on the subjects of sociopathy,
psychopathy, and antisocial personality disorder, but I know they
won't. Ignorant people like to remain that way. If you do care about
having an answer, it is this.
We do have emotions and we do have
consciences. They're just different than yours.
I do welcome questions, but I won't respond to anything extremely ignorant or anything clearly combative or antagonistic. I have all the time in the world to, I just don't care to. Argue with someone else online.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Sociopaths in Film & Fiction
This is such a huge subject considering how many of our pop culture heroes/anti-heroes are, when you break down their characters enough, modern day sociopaths and psychopaths.
Dexter Morgan. Sherlock. Tom Ripley. Patrick Bateman. The Joker. Batman! They're all fairly monstrous characters but we gravitate towards them because, just like real life socios/psychos, they radiate risk and intrigue and seductive danger. But these are just a few examples and, in my opinion, not even the best.
Ingrid Magnussen, from White Oleander by Janet Fitch. Ingrid is the careless artist who hates people, thinks only about herself, and eventually murders a lover, thus leaving an already broken daughter behind. Once in prison, she changes nothing about herself, continuing in her selfishness and cons. One of the best sociopathic characters I've ever read.
Joe Carroll/Ryan Hardy/Emma Hill, from The Following. I'm convinced this show is filled with psychopaths. Without spoiling much, Kevin Bacon's Ryan Hardy is a risk-taking hero who hides a darker side of himself. The writing on the show and plot progress may leave a lot to be desired, but overall it's not a bad watch.
Kevin, from We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. The book/film follows the life of a sociopathic child's mother and her attempts to understand, help, and protect herself from him. Eerily accurate in its depiction.
Dexter Morgan. Sherlock. Tom Ripley. Patrick Bateman. The Joker. Batman! They're all fairly monstrous characters but we gravitate towards them because, just like real life socios/psychos, they radiate risk and intrigue and seductive danger. But these are just a few examples and, in my opinion, not even the best.
Ingrid Magnussen, from White Oleander by Janet Fitch. Ingrid is the careless artist who hates people, thinks only about herself, and eventually murders a lover, thus leaving an already broken daughter behind. Once in prison, she changes nothing about herself, continuing in her selfishness and cons. One of the best sociopathic characters I've ever read.
Joe Carroll/Ryan Hardy/Emma Hill, from The Following. I'm convinced this show is filled with psychopaths. Without spoiling much, Kevin Bacon's Ryan Hardy is a risk-taking hero who hides a darker side of himself. The writing on the show and plot progress may leave a lot to be desired, but overall it's not a bad watch.
Kevin, from We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. The book/film follows the life of a sociopathic child's mother and her attempts to understand, help, and protect herself from him. Eerily accurate in its depiction.
Friday, July 18, 2014
Fake Sociopaths/What I'm Not
So in an effort to expose my blog and
beliefs a bit more (harder than it sounds), I've been scouring the
internet and joining a handful of other sites, forums, and blogs. Two
in particular stood out to me, however not for any good reasons.
The first one was psychforums.
Despite the fact that I could barely register, what with the site
continually giving me error messages and logging me out with every
mouse click, the forums were so heavily policed it was insane. When
trying to choose a username, I was met with the message that it
contained disallowed words. The username I was aiming for was
ModernSociopath, my normal handle. Apparently sociopath, psychopath,
and psycho are words they don't consider appropriate for users to go
by. Further reading into the forum's rules, terms, and guidelines, I
found that it was a forum more geared towards “recovery” and people seeking a helpful community that shared their disorder.
It all screamed to me that any notion
of glorifying, enjoying, or accepting one's sociopathy (self
diagnosed or professionally) would be discouraged to the fullest
extent. Still, I decided to browse.
Topics ran wide, but many
things still turned me away. Namely, the peer hate I noticed all over the
forum threads. Nothing up front and glaring, but definitely
noticeable. A snide remark here, a disbelief there. So many petty
people ragging on each other, despite all of them being in the same
forum for the same thing. The second issue I had was with the
“titles” users had given themselves. Recovering Anti-social PD.
Bipolar Stage1. Type A ASP. Type B schizophrenic. Professionally
diagnosed borderline. I don't even know what those mean. Are they real?
It was as if many of the users had something to
prove by posting their diagnosis, which made no sense to me. A badge? For what? There's no one to
prove you right or wrong. You're just needlessly fluffing yourself
up.
The other site I found I didn't like
was theexperienceproject. I joined, noticed a group titled I Am a
Sociopath, and posted. I posted a message about how I was living the
sociopathic renaissance that's been happening these past couple of
years and loved seeing how many people were owning up to what they
believed they were. My post was immediately met with another user who
claimed I wasn't a “true sociopath”.
I have since deleted both accounts.
I guess I could understand this
behavior better if I knew fully that all these other users were,
indeed, fellow socios. We're combative, secretive, mean, and always looking to win a fight. But I doubt that is the case. I think the majority of them
are just lonely internet trolls.
But still, if these were the
reactions I was getting online, what kind of reaction would this blog
be getting?
Well, maybe I can help you check off a
few things that I'm not.
I am not an angsty teenager.
I was never abused, suicidal,
depressive, or harmful to myself (as in a cutter would be).
I'm not some bitter loser living in my
parent's basement.
I'm not a sad virgin or some loner
looking for an angle to make me interesting.
I'm not some Sherlock/Dexter/The
Following fangeek (though I like two of those shows).
To say the reactions I
saw and had on both these sites were disappointing would be correct. I
was hoping for something different. Admittedly I wasn't expecting a strong community of
sociopaths giving each other virtual pats on the back, but certainly
not a bunch of weirdo internet trolls taking over whole forums
dedicated to something they probably don't even care about or can truly
relate to.
Oh well, I guess.
What else can I do besides hope that,
in time, I'll be able to weed out the fakes and trolls from the true
like minded who've taken to the web like I have.
I can't be the only one. Can I?
Thursday, July 17, 2014
LOVE
I am capable of love. I do love, every
day.
I love being alive. I'm never suicidal
or ungrateful for my life.
I love my dog. I love my family and
friends. I love Las Vegas and New Orleans and Los Angeles. But I'd be
lying if I say I love them all like anyone else might. Anyone
“normal” that is.
I love my friends because they make me
laugh and they're there for me when I care enough to be around
people. I've invested time in them and consider it an accomplishment
that I've approved of their being in my life. They have raunchy humor
like I do, looser morals than most, are understanding of modern
America and youth culture, and they're sarcastic and sometimes
mean... I like that about them and like having people like that
around me.
My friends are what I need when I'm so
sick and tired of people that I need to vent outwardly about them to
people I'm not sick and tired of. It's nice to have others to bitch
about life and other people with.
I love my friends because they've
invested time in me and we have, without words, made a pact to be
there for one another until, if ever, our friendship runs its course.
It's nice having a group of people by my side when I need them. And
because I know that they're there for me, I in turn don't mind being
there for them when they need me. Even I can understand that most
things in life only come with some give and take.
When it comes to family, the same
mostly applies. My family has a strong bond and places great value on
always being there for one another, through good times and bad. I
like that. It's comforting and reassuring.
I like the routine family brings too,
to my otherwise unstable mind. I like the small holiday traditions
and family reunions. I know what to expect from everyone and they of
me. My family has either watched me grow or has grown with me, so to
them I've never been any other way. They're accepting of who I am,
even if I've never out-rightly stated that I'm a self-identifying
sociopath.
I love my family because I know that
they'll always give me shelter and food when I need it. I know that
because of them, I'll never go without, and that knowledge also
comforts me. It's selfish, yes, but the truth.
Of course, I just as easily consider
most of these people as replaceable property. I don't expect most of
my friendships to last forever and I know, by past experience, that I
am capable of breaking ties with family. But that doesn't matter to
me right now, because until those relationships break, they're mine.
She's my sister. My
mother.
They're my friends, not yours.
I love them all, but from a very
possessive and selfish perspective. They provide me with things like
comfort, laughter, material goods, company, and excitement. I do my
best to offer the same, out of respect, though I know I don't always.
Rereading now, I can see how it
actually may not seem all that different from how anyone else might
love. Most people can say that their family and friends comfort them
and give them joy. Most people know their families will help them out
in bad times.
Perhaps two sentences can make my
stance more clear.
YOU: I love my mother because she's
generous and warm and will always be there for me no matter what.
She's the best mother anyone could ask for.
ME: I love my mother because I know
what to expect from her; a constant safe space, help if needed,
routine if desired, and because she's my warm and loving
mother, not yours.
So yes, I do say I love you to certain
people in my life, because I do. I may sometimes use them or feign
interest in their lives, or I might actively not be there for them
when I know they're going through a difficult time, but I do love
them.
In my own way.
It's Just Emotions
One of the main things people
misconceive about the socio/psycho community is that we are all
emotionless, hollow serial killers. It may make sense, considering
the images and characters that have often been attributed to the
words, both real and fictional. The Joker, Dahmer, Dexter, Aileen
Wuornos.
But the exact opposite is true.
These
kinds of people do feel and experience emotions, they just do it very
differently than everyone else.
Below, I'm going to list some
major emotions and try my best to explain how I encounter,
experience, and exhibit them as a self-identifying socio. It won't be
how every psycho/socio feels about them, as there seem to be vast
differences between even sociopathic people (habitual criminal vs. a
serial killer, for instance) but I assume it will be close enough for
you to get a general idea.
HATE: Hate is easy, as are most
“negative” emotions. Greed, jealousy, anger, disgust. The world
widely acknowledges these emotions as “negative” because, let's
face it, not many positive things come from them. But it seems easier
for most socios/psychos to experience, as opposed to most “positive”
emotions. I can't say why this is, but I can say that the idea behind
hate and those similar emotions aren't very far from your own. If
there's any difference between me and the normal person, it's
probably that my experiences of hate and envy are just more amplified
and common.
ENVY/JELOUSY/GREED: Socios/psychos
experience this often, I believe. I know I do. I'm constantly
disgusted at the fact that some people have access to things I do
not. Parent paid college educations. Inheritances. Nice homes and
fancy cars. Wild vacations. I hate seeing people I consider “beneath
me”, having these things while I go without, which in turn often
causes me to lash out in an attempt to gain them.
Stealing, conning, cheating. I've done
plenty of things in order to get things I believe are either owed to
me or that I should just rightly have. Doesn't matter if it's the
free drink I stole off the bar counter or if it's the vacation time
request of a coworker that I ripped up so that I could take the
holiday off instead.
SADNESS: I don't really get sad. When
a situation comes up and the expected emotion should be sad or upset,
I'm usually just frustrated by it. My homeless cousin not having been in
touch with anyone for over a week? Frustrating to me, despite
everyone else feeling sympathetic and helpless about the issue.
Sometimes I go far beyond frustrated
and become upset. Upset at whatever caused the situation and that my mood has been altered by external forces. Like when my good
friend's boyfriend broke up with her in a cruel way. I had little sympathy for her and found it hard to console her. Rather, I was just
pissed off at the guy for being so tactless and causing my friend to
cry. I feel like a normal friend would have done everything they
could have to make her feel better and get her mind off things,
whereas I just wanted to smash his car windows in retaliation for my own discomfort.
ANGER: I find the difference between
anger and hate to be vast, which I assume most people would. I hate a
lot of things in life, but a lot more makes me angry. And while hate
is deep rooted and continual, I find anger to be sudden and
explosive. I experience it mostly when I interact with people in life
who are rude, ignorant, or argumentative towards me.
Probably once or twice a month I find
myself getting so angry at something or someone that I get red in the face and
clench my teeth. Then, depending on the severity of the situation of
course, I'm fine two hours later and barely able to even remember the
whole ordeal. Anger, to me, comes and goes quickly.
FEAR: I'm not afraid of too much. I
jump when a horror movie shocks you with a killer behind the door,
but that's surprise, not fear. Some of my friends think I'm afraid of
things like heights or drowning, but that's not true. I just have an
intense desire to avoid any personal injury and could give a shit
less about scuba diving. Yes, rock climbing isn't widely known as the
deadliest pastime in the world, but it's not exactly the safest
either. Personally, I just don't see any reason or justification for the risk. I get my kicks in different ways. Ways that probably can't end with a broken leg. (Sidenote: Risk is an attribute usually
placed on sociopaths more so than psychopaths. Socios take risks often which is usually what leads to their criminal activities and
rap sheets.)
I don't fear war coming to America or
getting lost in the inner city. I would avoid the possibility of
both, if I had a hand in it, but I'm not afraid of it happening. I
suppose to feel fear, I'd have to experience something in the moment,
rather than fear the possibility of it happening.
So today, since I've never been to war and I've
never been surrounded by gangbangers downtown, I can't recall
every really experiencing fear... which is kind of surprising.
I actually want to thing longer about
this emotion and find out what the closest to fear is I've ever come.
Please stand by.
LOVE: Easily the most confusing
emotion I experience. Enough so, that I'll dedicate my next blog post
to it. Don't want to tire your eyes.
HAPPINESS: I have a hard time
considering myself happy. Happy is an emotion, in my eyes at least,
reserved for when your life is really great and fulfilling. Happy
comes after content and I'd have to say that “content” sums up my
life as a whole right now.
If you ask about moments of happiness,
then sure, I've felt those. I've have good nights with my boyfriend
and my dog is so funny sometimes I can't help but laugh, but
happiness has always seemed like a long term emotion to me.
EXCITEMENT: Things I get excited for:
desserts, vacations, masturbation, new liquor, getting revenge on
someone, being the center of attention, flirting with strangers,
random sex, scary movies, Halloween, Christmas. I
feel excited a lot. I'm easily excitable, though I probably don't ever seem like it. I get excited on the inside and let it stay there like
a secret. Is that weird?
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Defining Myself
At first I thought I would copy/paste
the guidelines and definitions of sociopaths and psychopaths here,
then decided against it. It really doesn't serve much of a purpose.
You, as a reader, might like to have it handy in order to pin traits
to me and go, “Hmm, yeah, maybe he is a psychopath.”
Understandable, but I don't care about
that. I don't need any affirmation.
I don't need anyone to tell me who or
what I am and I definitely don't need to prove myself to anyone.
Another reason I won't bother to post it is that I'm not aiming for
this to be an educational blog. I'm aiming for insight based off
personal experience and ideals, not research and public study. If you
do want to read the basic definitions of these things, a quick Google
search will help you out. The information is nothing secretive or
hard to find. (I recommend searching: Sociopathy, psychopathy, and anti-social personality disorder.)
I will step into some of the territory
though, and that's the distinction between a psychopath and a
sociopath.
Mainly, the difference lies with how
each interacts with the people around them. In a nutshell, you will
probably find that a psychopath is better at blending in with the
people around them. They're often described as smarter and better at
mimicking emotions than a socio might be. Sociopaths are often,
apparently, easier to spot. They're more prone to criminal activity
(and getting caught) and come across more awkward than convincing
when they try to blend in with the general populace. Of course, you
can find websites that claim the exact opposite, pinning the
attributes differently. Yet another reason I feel like it would be
useless and unneeded to talk at length about “professional”
distinctions here. Too many conflicting schools of thought on the
subject.
Despite all of it, I've used both
terms interchangeably for quite a while, for no real reason other
than that I have always found little distinction between the two when
it comes to my own personality. Compiling both lists, I can easily
find things in each that apply to me. I'm smart AND sometimes
reckless. I mimic emotions very well, BUT also have plenty of awkward
moments.
So am I a psychopath or sociopath?
Honestly, I don't really prefer one or the other. All I know is that
I'm not like the majority of people. Cold-hearted and emotionally
chilled numb.
An ice king.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)