This Weekend's Socio Slip

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.

(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.

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?

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.