1. The list of professions that attract the most psychopaths police officers, lawyers, and surgeons. Number one: “CEO.”
2. Humans can detect 10 types of smells, such as “fruity,” “chemical,” “popcorn,” and “decayed.” While most people don’t have any trouble making out the “pungent” aroma of blue cheese or the “woody” scent of freshly cut grass, a psychopaths has no sense of smell.
3. While most prisoners speak about their families and religious beliefs, sociopaths are more concerned with basic needs like food, drink, and cash.
4. Sociopaths love “highs” of all sorts– anything fleeting that makes them feel a rush of danger interests them. So you might find a sociopath at Six Flags enjoying a run on Kingda Ka, or robbing candy from a deli, or, you know, killing someone, just for the rush of it.
5. Sociopaths like to blend in look-wise so as not to be suspected or singled out as erratic. They don’t often dress in trenchcoats or all-black ensembles: usually they’re dressed just like everyone else.
6. Most people get anxious in situations of discomfort– whether it’s being late for an appointment, feeling stressed, etcetera. Sociopaths oddly enough, don’t feel those feelings of stress. They just.. don’t feel anything at all.
7. People who have known sociopaths have said numerous times that there is often something very attractive about them, be it physically or charismatically, and it has psychiatrists confused. People do tend to trust and follow better looking people more than they do ugly people, ….Dexter? Bundy??
8. Males are 10x more likely to be psychopaths than females. Interesting, no?
9. Psychopaths are really intelligent people. They can manipulate just about anybody and actually take pleasure in knowing they’re smarter than everyone around them.
Anyone who knows me knows that the true loves of my life are my boys so this may come as no surprise that I’m once again writing about them. All this time I have loved them unconditionally. But I didn’t realize until just now that they have loved me the same way, without judgment, without conditions, boundless, complete acceptance.
Recently a close friend quoted from one of my favorite childhood books, The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams. “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse, “it’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long long time not just to play with but REALLY loves you, then you become REAL.” “Does it hurt,” asked the rabbit. “Sometimes. …[but] when you are real you don’t mind being hurt.” “Does it happen all at once? Or bit by bit?” ‘It doesn’t happen all at once,’ said the Skin Horse. ‘You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
My children have helped me become real.