Hello dear reader(s)!
I’ve noticed the term “sociopath” being thrown around a lot lately as if it was some sort of really bad thing to be. And I have always believed that myself. But why? What is it I don’t like about sociopaths? I mean sure, they “have no conscience” and yes they manifest “extreme antisocial behaviors” and of course they are often “sadistic” and “hurt people”; but is that really what I don’t like about them? Or could it be something deeper perhaps? Maybe…jealousy?
I mean, what good is a conscience anyway? Why should I have to care about others when it is clearly holding me back? Why can’t I just excuse my awful disregard for the plight of others like CEO’s of major corporations, serial killers, and Congress?
And extremely antisocial? Sounds good to me. Being social can be a real chore.
Sadism? Hurting people? If the popularity of a certain trash novel doing a poor job of presenting a kinky relationship to where it actually crossed the line into abusive territory is any indication; that is not really a problem with people.
So I present to you, my 7 reasons why being a sociopath would actually be pretty cool.
- I could run for and win election to an office that would leave me set for life, and then manipulate that position to retain that office. Once in office, I could use my influence to make myself a lot of money. For example: I could invent a reason for invading another country so the company in which I hold a lot of stock can win no-bid contracts, swindling billions from the American people and making me millions. And I wouldn’t even have to worry about those pesky innocents I dismissed as “collateral” damage or the power vacuum I left being filled by a threat far greater than the stable government I deposed.
- Economics. As you may or may not be aware, I considered myself a Democratic Socialist long before I even knew who Bernie Sanders was. I have seen how happy people in The Netherlands, Sweden, and other nations using that model are and I am all for it. Every time I try to explain why I think it is a better system than our capitalism at all costs system is, I am met with a wall of complaints about how high the taxes are there. But healthcare is better. Taxes. But you don’t trip over homeless children on your way to a job where they can fire you for no reason at all, with no explanation. Taxes. But they do not have bridges collapsing every 5 days. Taxes. But once basic expenses are taken care of, most people actually have MORE disposable income. Taxes. And then it hit me. This isn’t just a stupid line of thinking, it is sociopathic. People would rather see their neighbors suffer, for a chance they can get mega rich and nobody else can have a piece. “Socialism never took root in America because the poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat, but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires.” – John Steinbeck
- Work. I have, in all but about 3 of my jobs, in just the normal course of doing my job…come across information that I could wield in order to have an easier path to the top. Almost. Every. One. But, using that information would hurt someone else. And so I sat and worked my ass off, because I also have this belief that you should do the best job you can at work until the day you decide they don’t deserve your hard work when you quit. I would typically still advance, just not at the rate I could have.
- Relationships. They are hard work. Or are they? For me they are. They are usually worth it, but they are still hard work. You spend your time attempting to keep the other person happy. You put their needs very close to and in some cases…above your own. Why? Do you know how easy it is to find someone damaged, and manipulate that person based off of that damage into fulfilling your own needs as you neglect their own? Do you know how easy it is to use their damage against them to make them believe that they are not even worthy of having their needs met? Do you know how easy it is to make them think they need you? So easy, that if you are with someone damaged, you can do it by accident, if you aren’t careful. But nooooooo, I have to actually like when other people are happy.
- Rules. Why do I have to follow them when so many people don’t, and get away with it? All of the time. Some people, are even celebrated when they break the rules that keep civilization civilized. They get to have their debts erased 5 times and still maintain a fortune, disparage an entire people in order to appeal to a rabid base of fearful idiots, own hotels and casinos, get press coverage, insult by proxy every veteran and prisoner of war, and just generally be a fucking dickhead while surging in the polls.
- Sensitivity. I get pissed off a lot. A lot. Do you know how much I would love to use the most hurtful words I possibly could against the targets of my ire? But then I think about the damage those words could inflict on anyone else hearing them, or that the person’s infraction is not deserving of something that would tear at the core of their very humanity. I’ve gotten a lot better at it lately, even as my rage as gone up 1000%. Now, instead of (expletive deleted!!!), I shout, “Thanks for contributing to society!” Still a shot, but one they likely don’t care about and if they do, it just makes them not walk right out in front of your car in the middle of the block knowing full well you are coming. Maybe.
- I could be home sick, writing in my blog, and not feel bad because I can not be by my wife’s side in the hospital as she fights to get better.