One of my favorite comedy skits is this SNL version of the old Iconoclasts show with Bjork and Charles Barkley: http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/iconoclasts/n12169
Perhaps the thing that people are most often jealous of, regarding a sociopath's life, is the way a sociopath doesn't care about so many things other people in the world care about. Or I should say more accurately, doesn't care about things in the same way that others care about them. Like I guess I care about money and power and things to a certain extent, but not in the same way that I see others caring about them. I don't identify with them, or feel like I need them to be happy, or get really worried about not having them. I have no emotional attachment to them at all. Of course this distance from the status quo rat race life that most people are so deeply embedded in they're not even aware there is an alternative, this distance comes with costs. Costs like not understanding why everyone else in the world is so stressed out or unhappy about certain things. Or maybe not being able to care enough to actually do something in certain situations (although I have such a low threshold for impulsively doing stuff, that I hardly need a reason at all to do something, much less to have an emotionally compelling reason to do it.)
I've been thinking about that a lot this past week or so, my ability to not care and what a relief that is as the world seems to get more and more farcical.
Also this poem:
she was not
like everyone else,
simply because
she didn't care
about things.
instead, her heart
yearned for new places,
people, and experiences
that would inspire her
to become greater
in spirit,
and live as freely,
as her heart loved.
Jose Chavez (?)
Perhaps the thing that people are most often jealous of, regarding a sociopath's life, is the way a sociopath doesn't care about so many things other people in the world care about. Or I should say more accurately, doesn't care about things in the same way that others care about them. Like I guess I care about money and power and things to a certain extent, but not in the same way that I see others caring about them. I don't identify with them, or feel like I need them to be happy, or get really worried about not having them. I have no emotional attachment to them at all. Of course this distance from the status quo rat race life that most people are so deeply embedded in they're not even aware there is an alternative, this distance comes with costs. Costs like not understanding why everyone else in the world is so stressed out or unhappy about certain things. Or maybe not being able to care enough to actually do something in certain situations (although I have such a low threshold for impulsively doing stuff, that I hardly need a reason at all to do something, much less to have an emotionally compelling reason to do it.)
I've been thinking about that a lot this past week or so, my ability to not care and what a relief that is as the world seems to get more and more farcical.
Also this poem:
she was not
like everyone else,
simply because
she didn't care
about things.
instead, her heart
yearned for new places,
people, and experiences
that would inspire her
to become greater
in spirit,
and live as freely,
as her heart loved.
Jose Chavez (?)
