My wife is telling me that I'm a sociopath

anyway, met a girl who self-identified as a sociopath. we had a fling because i'm all about good decision making. i wouldn't recommend it.

Just realized last night this one person - who is just the worst person I know, just a total self-involved jerk, who has proudly admitted to me multiple times taking pleasure in making random people suffer - is a complete sociopath. Every time I am around this person they constantly make me feel like I am being used, and usually the end of the encounter they pull some really disrespectful and domination shit on me solely for their own pleasure. I feel like someone needs to kick this person's ass a few times for them to learn their lesson but I also feel like this is some deep-seated sociopathy that will never go away and this person would make a really good cop or politician.

Difficult listening hour, it's sort of not about being mean or not being mean w sociopaths. Normal people can be mean and not mean too. It's a disconnect, a complete inability to empathize with the victim. Sociopaths aren't meanies, they are just unable to have a real connection with anyone outside the tunnel vision of their own ego.

Why do you have to deal with this person?

Live with them =(

oh man, get out now. people like that can have a totally corrosive effect on you, even if you don't notice it while you're in it.

It's a 4 person household. One of the other people is apparently thinking of subletting for a few months this summer. Then one day the other 3 of us are smoking cigarettes on the front porch and he brings up that, btw, my friend is moving in to that room. Just without asking anyone, tells his friend to move in. Pulls this kind of shit all the time, telling his friends they can stay over and not even asking anyone. I brought it up w the landlord but he doesn't really want to deal with this person.

I'm not leaving cos I've lived here for years and it's an amazing deal. And this guy being an asshole is not going to change that.

tbh sounds like a terrible deal

murder him

I'm definitely done 'hanging out' with him, which usually amounts to me starting up a videogame and watching him play it, then leave when it's my turn.

Dude has a history of making people pissed off. First week he moved in he told me everyone at his work (a restaurant) had made him cry. He was crying because people were mean to him. He gets fired often, and I'm pretty sure he's just going to step on the wrong toes soon and be out annoying someone else.

A few weeks ago I was with a mutual friend, and we were getting ready to record some music, and he had bought me some wine. Sociopath ends up stopping through with his friend, both sit down and my friend offers them wine. They proceed to finish the whole bottle, never saying thank you, in fact just getting more and more rude to us. Sociopath & friend was going to a concert and asked us if we were going to, and we said no, we got to work on this music, thanks though. He suddenly gets super serious and gestures in a downturned circle with his hand, saying "THIS conversation is over". What a effing dick. I called him out on it, said "Oh, dudes have finished drinking our wine and are done with us, now." and the asshole just thought he was being funny.

At the same time, something really insignificant happened and he kept asking me if it made me mad. The guy has no clue.

how old are you

Older than the movie Ghostbusters.

I lived with someone like this, but he was a pathological liar. Literally making up complete transparent lies about himself in order to boost his prestige and impress people. He'd brag about his drinking achievements - how he once (twice actually) crashed his car while living in the South of France. Speaking of the 'South of France', he apparently picked up a lot of French during his sejourn. Now I speak fluent French, and what was coming out of his mouth wasn't terribly familiar to me. Now to me, it sounded mostly like a lot of gobblywobble with the odd cuss word thrown in. This, he explained, was 'pub French', not the usual French that I would know. Plus he was the laziest see you next tuesday I've ever met.

Bumped into him the other day, pissed out his head like usual 'Just bought a house, doing it up' was his latest news. I see him through the window of the pub I walk past every day at about 5.30pm.

Oh and he kept Maggie Thatcher and Enoch Powell's autobiographies on the bookshelves in our living room for all to see.

the above sounds petty, but i've pretty much blotted out the worst of what this guy was like. oh there was that time he took up a cocaine habit (we lived next to a busy pub) and he did three lines in the middle of the afternoon and left the house singing "I'M IN LOVE WITH COCAINE". We got calls from our landlady after the pub complained.

sounds like an r-rated homer simpson moment

This guy is a cashier, and his favorite thing to do is wait for a customer to come up and order, then just stand there and pretend like he didn't hear it, and as soon as the customer opens his mouth to ask if he got it, he cuts them off by confirming the order. This is an extremely pleasurable experience to this guy. He pats himself on the back for being so clever and rude to this customer. He's a sick.

didn't realise i knew dog latin IRL

lol at 'pub French'

le beer

Fascinating but unsettling read:

I was sitting across from a man at a dinner party — this was like two years ago — and my diagnosis came up, and 30 seconds afterward he said, “You know, I have thoughts of killing my wife a lot.” Not to normalize that, but I was like, Tell me about that. And he goes: “I’ve really thought about it. I’ve reached out to people about hiring somebody to kill her.”

So people just assume that you’re a sympathetic audience?

Yeah, because these are things you’re not supposed to think about. So to be able to talk to somebody — you don’t have to worry that I’m going to start clutching my pearls.

she sounds totally normal to me. except for the strong feelings for pets thing. those people are nuts.