Chaos, Order, and the Psychopath

I believe the successful psychopath holds herself to a separate standard than she does society.  She realizes that chaos cannot exist on a massive scale.  However, she realizes that she herself is an agent of chaos and she loses no sleep over such a fact.  Ultimately, she uses this dichotomy to create a niche in which she thrives, be it parasitic or otherwise.

I remember a time in which I was married and my ex-husband asked me to give my thoughts on the following scenario:

A scientist has developed a cure for an incurable disease that causes quick death and offers it to anyone who can pay the monetary price he demands.  A man, living in the same town as the scientist, desperately needs this cure for his wife but he is destitute and has no way to pay the price demanded.  He pleads to the scientist, hoping that something else may be offered for the cure.  The scientist refuses and the man is left with a choice: he can let his wife die and honor the code that society has dictated (stealing is wrong), or he can commit theft.  What does he do?

My answer surprised my then husband.

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The Imaginary Table – Society and the Silencing of Mental Illness

The other night I was walking the streets downtown, heading back to my truck after a nice evening at local coffee shop.  I witnessed an exchange between a young woman and a clearly mentally ill individual.  The mentally ill individual had apparently flagged down the young woman in order to ask for assistance.  She complied, but it was clear that she was getting nervous as their conversation wore on.  Eventually she stammered that she could not help and she literally jogged away in her high heels, leaving the mentally ill person alone to talk with himself in the piercing cold.

We live in a society in which mental illness, while not celebrated, is treated as sacred by those of the left.  All are supposed to be welcome at the table and all are supposed to receive the help they need according to this train of thought.  However, there is a very curious dynamic.  While individuals have banded together to make such a cause, these same individuals place the onus on anyone else to actually see this through.  In essence, a contract has been drafted by the masses but is honored by none.

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Poison Was The Cure (Part 2): Assimilation

This post will not make sense without the context provided in the previous post.

Thomas’ words regarding the hope of redemption for the psychopath upset me greatly. Maybe I am looking too deeply into her words, but the meaning seems to be clear: only through assimilation can the psychopath be accepted as part of the human condition.  I believe that restraint toward overtly antisocial behavior is key for surviving in a (relatively) prosocial society and I do not believe in multiculturalism, but I also believe that the psychopath is worthy to stand on his two feet as he is.  It is the responsibility of those opposed to him to get out of the way, not for the psychopath to change his core self to adapt to society.  Curbing antisocial behavior does not imply that one cannot be true to themselves.  “Curing” their behavior in full and disavowing the neurological differences that he possesses destroys all hope of an authentic life.

The argument reminds me of the plight faced by intersexed children.  The authority – doctors in this case – proclaim that they are doing the social good as well as doing good by the child, by enforcing an approximation of a given sex via genital surgery.  Children with ambiguous genitalia are mutilated so that they approximate either true male or true female.  They are not given the choice to make their own choice in life.  These children are not allowed to seek authenticity; it is mandated for them.  Thomas seems to be arguing for similar logic: that the responsibility of the psychopath is to fall in line with society via normalization of their traits.  Rather than approximating normal, it is the goal of the psychopath to become normal it seems.

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Fear and Discourse

Earlier today, I was driving down a busy city street when the following all-too-usual and ill-advised scenario played out.  Traffic was backed up in the lane that I was in and the car behind me left a gap so that someone could make a left turn.  However, the lane (going the same direction as mine) to the right of me was clear and traffic was moving smoothly there.  Needless to say, someone attempts a left turn given that gap that I mentioned and gets T-boned by a car heading down the lane to the right of me.  Debris flew everywhere and it briefly looked like my truck would become part of the accident.  It did not and I went on my way, without my heart  quickening even ever so slightly.

I’ve decided to open up the reach of my writing.  Word of mouth among antisocials is nearly non-existent, so my writings face a unique challenge in terms of organic growth.  For many, placing themselves out there in such a naked way would be terrifying.  Many who suffer from mental illness would be petrified to put their experiences out there in a way in which anyone can fuel the flames.  However, just with the car accident that I was nearly part of, I feel no fear.  Maybe this dance is simply a tired one; six years ago I faced a similar period of risk and reward when I came out as transgender to friends and family.  I know the steps and the tempo now, but I also wonder to which extent my psychopathy dulls my senses.  Everything is tired, yet everything may yet be new.  Only by plunging headfirst into the waters, will I find out.

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Choose Your Own Adventure

I’ve been quite sick the past few days and, as such, have been left to reading and video games – a rare and guilty treat – to pass the time.  Video games, in particular, let me realize aggression in a more “healthy” way than merely going up to someone on the street and suckerpunching them.   I can commit all kinds of acts of violence in the game’s digital world and never suffer any consequences.

A game that I’ve been playing as of late follows the traditional trope of saving the world from a great force of evil.  You hack and slash your way through hordes of enemies and the blood flows like water.  What I’ve noticed – this being the first game I’ve really played for more than thirty minutes in what seems like ages – is that no matter how violent the task, the morality of your actions are on rails:  you can only choose that which benefits the greater good.

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