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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Sociopathy or superpowers?

Lots of people have thought that i may be a sociopath, and many others agree with the way i view things, in general. I tend to think im an odd type of borderling sociopath, but only in ways that are more or less helpful to society as a whole. Its kind of my superpower.

I always explain it like this : I definately have a concience, it just doesnt kick in the way most people's do. For example, if i accidentally hit a child, or even a squirrel with my car, i would feel terrible, and would almost certainly lose a lot of sleep over it.  If, however, there were a person whose actions were that of a person who was just begging to be killed, someone who routinely and purposfully hurts others, for example, then my concience would never even come close to switching on if i were to grant what seems to so clearly be their wish.

I think it comes down to the effect it has on the world. If someone getting killed will protect everyone around them from their depraved actions, then they are worth nothing, and as a result,  I couldnt force myself to feel bad at all if something were to happen to them. If a person or animal who is more or less and innocent gets hurt because of pride, or for personal gain of some sort, or for sport, or for a reason thats just plain old stupid, like over money or street cred or something like that, then that's awful, and I would have an attack of conscience if I had a hand in it.

So it is sort of a sociopathic superpower. Normally, I am a decent person. I care about innocent people and animals, and in most cases, I would take a bullet to keep them from getting senselessly hurt....But, if you deserve to die, and that happening will serve humanity as a whole, then I would have no problem at all sitting and eating dinner 2 feet away from you while watching you bleed out. I would feel nothing at all, except possibly the calm that comes from watching the world become a better place right in front of your eyes. I would never feel sickened, I would never lose a moments sleep over it, and I would never ever think about you again.

I dont know if that means there is something wrong with me or if it means that I am the perfect combination of good and evil. I do tend to think about these two halves of myself  fondly, though.  If nothing else, I am told that its all part of my charm.