I've lost at least three friends over the crapola I've been posting these last couple of weeks. Three good friends, from "opposing camps." Maybe more. I must have a death wish. I push away those who would help me and I embrace the void instead. My counselor at the old A-Center in the late 1980's told me that makes me a sociopath.
We'd taken psychological tests. It was announced from the beginning that some of us might be recalled for further testing. I knew that meant me. And it did. I had to take more tests. No one else did.
One day, my counselor announced the results of the tests to me. She said I was a sociopath. A psychopath, I asked. No, she said. A sociopath.
She said that a psychopath has no no sense of right or wrong. He just does whatever he feels like.
A sociopath, she said, knew the difference between right and wrong, and purposely chose the wrong.
That title bothered me a lot longer than it should of.
It's what I do.