My wife is telling me that I'm a sociopath

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.