We’ve discussed many of the sociopath’s traits, such as his missing empathy and compassion; his tendency to remorseless interpersonal exploitation; and proclivity to audacious acts of lying, deception and sundry other violating behaviors.
Now, I’m tempted to add to the mix what I call the sociopath’s tendency to “irrational optimism.”
By “irrational optimism,” I mean the sociopath’s irrationally optimistic belief, if not conviction, that he’ll either evade or, somehow, otherwise prevail over, the real, probable consequences of his actions.
Consider this brief, hypothetical interaction between a sociopath and his partner, who learns with certainty that he, the sociopath, has been cheating on her with three different women simultaneously:
Partner: How could you do that?
Sociopath: Do what?
Partner: Sleep with three different women behind my back. Are you f*cking demented?
Sociopath: First of all, that’s abusive. So stop right there and don’t abuse me. Second, I didn’t sleep with f*cking anybody. Not that I haven’t been tempted, given how lame our sex life is.
Partner: Why are you lying? I know who these women are, and I can prove you’ve been sleeping with them. Do you think I’m that f*cking stupid?
Sociopath: Let me ask you something. Why the hell would I sleep with three women and risk getting some f*cking STD? Think about it. You know me”¦or maybe you don’t? Does that make any sense?
The sociopath here is (or was) irrationally optimistic on two levels—first, that he’d be able to perpetrate this caper, undetected, indefinitely; and second that, once busted (as, now, he is) he’ll be able to squirm his way out of accountability.
We could address many aspects of this interaction, but I’d like to emphasize his last argument: “Let me ask you something. Why the hell would I sleep with three women and risk getting some f*cking STD? Think about it. You know me”¦or do you? Does that make any sense?”
This argument captures, I think, the sociopath’s “irrational optimism” beautifully. In offering the glibly insulting invitation to “think about it,” he makes a spectacle of his audacity and contempt: he really expects, and believes his partner should, accept his invitation [to think about it].
But even more than expecting her to “think about it,” which is outrageous enough, he expects her, in his irrational optimism, actually to be persuaded by his argument. In his irrational optimism, he is hopeful, if not confident, that she’ll choose to disbelieve the evidence she holds indisputably in her hands in favor of accepting his insulting logic.
How classically sociopathic is this?
More importantly, what contributes to the sociopath’s irrational optimism?
We might begin with his malignant sense of entitlement—that is, the sociopath’s belief that he is entitled to obtain the gratifications he wants. One of the most dangerous aspects of the attitude of entitlement is how it renders impotent—denudes of power—rule, limits and laws.
When you feel entitled to something, if it’s not accomodatingly forthcoming, you feel entitled to take it. You’ve laid, in your entitlement, a kind of psychic possession of what it is you want, so that now it becomes, in your mind, yours—specifically, your right to have.
And so if someone (or something) obstructs your seizing what now, in your mind, is your right to possess, then you are free to take it—to take, in fact, whatever is yours—by any means necessary.
Conferring this entitled status upon oneself encourages the irrationally optimistic view that, one way or another, accomodation looms”¦it must!
Closely related to this is the sociopath’s grandiosity: he believes he can and should succeed at his high-wire machinations because he’s that good, that clever and—it can’t be stressed enough—that entitled.
His grandiosity may take the form of thoughts like, “Sure, normal guys couldn’t pull this shit off, but I’m not your normal guy.”
And so, when you feel like you can do things that others can’t—especially things unsupported by “reality—”this is grandiosity. And grandiosity feeds, I believe, very directly, the sociopath’s tendency to irrational optimism.
Then there is the sociopath’s contempt, so inseparable from his grandiosity. As we discussed, the sociopath, in the example above, expects his insulting argument to succeed, either because he’s convinced he’s smart, clever and persuasive enough to be found so convincing, or else he’s convinced that his partner is dumb, naïve and/or desperate enough to believe him. (Or both!)
As a consequence, the sociopath’s contempt leaves him at constant risk of underestimating others, and overestimating himself. In his irrational optimism, fed by his contempt, he fails to appreciate how close he is always is—perhaps just one more reckless risk away—from being busted.
What else feeds the sociopath’s irrational optimism? How about his stupidity?
This may sound provocative, but let me explain. I suggest that blind faith supports a perspective of irrational optimism, and the sociopath operates with a kind of blind faith. That is, he operates in the blind faith that, somehow or other, he’ll escape accountability for his latest transgression.
Where does his blind faith come from? Two good sources, I’d suggest, are his grandiosity and arrogance—they blind him, I contend, to certain realities, effectively making him stupid on some level.
And his stupidity reinforces his irrational optimism.
Quite obviously, I’m not talking I.Q. stupidity, but rather judgement-level stupidity. The sociopath’s personality pathology mars his capacity to make wise, intelligent judgements in many circumstances.
(My use of “he” in this article is a convenience, not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the behaviors and attitudes discussed. This article is copyrighted © 2009 by Steve Becker, LCSW).
Heavenbound, thanks for doing that: being rational, logical and going thru the trouble of re-reading the posts.
I did say that if the P had hit me, I would have left and not come back. You see, I had never heard of emotional abuse. I didn’t know it existed. No one talks about it. My parents got me used to it, so suffering that way seems normal. But battered women, that’s different. You see them on the news and you say – “fuck that shit, if I ever got hit, that would be it.” Society RECOGNIZES that and it gets discussed so my xP is smart enough to know that ain’t gonna fly. So he’s subtle.
Same with the money. I’m on the alert for people taking my money. But I wasn’t familiar with the pity ploy – who is? Only con-artists. My upbringing is to give to the needy and he was always needy, but God seemed to give me money without any effort on my part, so I liked sharing. Even when I was 16 working for minimum wage, I actually adopted a child thru the Save the Children organization. I felt so bad when I realized that I couldn’t send money anymore. His name was Isaiah.
Then there’s the poisoning. I didn’t know he was doing it until after I left. So now, everyone asks, why go back? I’m not going back. I’m trying to keep in touch so I know what’s going on. It’s hard because he doesn’t want to talk to me.
I have figured out one very important thing about these mythologicals: it’s all about the storys they tell. They believe their storys, they are completely story driven. I want to influence his story and know his story but I can’t if there is No contact. Once you know the story, you know what they are planning. I’m not affected by the story, but he is. I can tell when he’s lying and trying to push buttons (all the time).
For example, Oxy’s son. He is in prison but he tells himself that he has won. That’s a story that drives his will to live and continue his path. Well, I’ve been reading some work by a guy named Cleckley, (the mask of sanity) which posits that the P is in a state of regression – a slow suicide in the form of self-destructive behaviors which lead slowly toward his withdrawal from society (prison, hermit, mountainman (campfire of my love anyone?) or whatever) just as when he was a child, and then finally toward death. It’s like trying to live life backward – reminds me of benjamin button.
Anyway, I think my xP is pretty far gone. He isn’t out looking for another woman. He has given up on attracting people with charm, I can tell by the way he looks, and smells (ack!). He is in a really bad state but his mind is very strong willed. If the story gets really bad and the self-pity gets too much, it could be bad for lots of people. But don’t think he’s just laying around moping. He doesn’t do that. In this state he plots and plans his grandest schemes. Think about it, how many of you can say you stole a helicopter and fly it without a license? He’s not a womanizer with kids to support – he doesn’t get tied down. He lives underground and flys under the radar.
I went to the FBI, 3 times. I’ve tried 3 lawyers. They all think I’m nuts or a scorned woman. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
Everyone else is living life forward toward more integration with society and the P is going backwards towards disintegration, that’s why he needs a story to help it make sense. Otherwise it just seems like he keeps doing stupid things that don’t make sense to anyone, not even him.
If I knew what the story was, I would feel a lot safer.
http://www.cassiopaea.com/cassiopaea/innerpsycho.htm
Good Lord! I’m not around for a few days and look at all the drama I missed!
Guys, I did not feel the least bit abused by Skylar’s comment. I could see she was irritated, and I was not offended by that. Sometimes friends get irritated with each other. I’m okay with it. People need to do what they feel is best for them, regardless of what others tell them. When I went NC, it was my own choice. No one had to tell me. If I had needed a forum full of people to convince me, I would not have been ready. I even remember one time (and only this one time) encouraging an LF member to have one final communication with her sociopath. She did, and it gave her the closure she needed to completely move on with her life.
I do appreciate Rosa and those who were concerned about my feelings. That actually means a lot to me.
And no, I have not left the forum! I’ve just had a lot going on in my life and have not felt like being on the internet so much. I am getting bashed a lot over on my reptile forum because I’ve taken a very hard stance on responsibility in snake keeping. I’ve peed a lot of people off over there, and they’re comparing me to PETA, whom they apparently hate. So, nothing personal. I just need breaks to do other things. I have lurked here a little but haven’t had much to share until tonight.
Sorry, I didn’t read all the posts yets, so I hope I didn’t miss anything else I could have commented on.
Love,
Star
OH MY~!
Sky! I’m so glad you are still around. Sorry I talked about you in the third person–oops. I think I kind of understand what you are doing. It makes you feel safer to know what your ex is up to. If you keep him under your thumb, you don’t have to worry about a surprise attack. Do I have this right? And there may be an element of having some power over him, too. I think you are still trying to understand his mind to make it all real to you. I understand your motives, and I can only hope that one day you will get genuinely bored with him and lose interest in the game.
At my Buddhist retreats years ago, the teachers used to tell the story of the monkey with his hand in the cookie jar. He wanted the cookie but when he was grasping it, his hand wouldn’t fit through the opening of the jar. So he could never get his hand out. The only way to get his hand out was to drop the cookie. But he refused. So there he sat, for the rest of his life (!) with his hand grasped around the cookie in the cookie jar. I think you see where I’m going here…..
*sigh*
Skylar,
You are very welcome, I’m glad I could help,,,but I have to say THANK YOU! I don’t get told I’m rational or logical hardly EVER! And thank you for sharing more of your story with me it’s nice to be talked to like I have a mind and a heart! You know how it is when your with a p for so long.
Your are in my prayers!
Love, hugs, and prayers, heavenbound
Well, I didn’t see your post where you were leaving, sky. I probably would have thought twice about my last post. But I honestly don’t know how else to support you right now. I’m sorry.
that’s ok Star, I would probably just break the cookie into crumbs and pull it out a little at a time.
LOL, sky, at least you are thinking outside the box.
Hi, Sky.
One half of my family is Irish Catholic. My mother’s side was Lutheran, which have their own quirks. (Garrison Keillor is very funny talking about the Lutherans) But at least they more or less kept their opinions to themselves. The Catholic bunch, on the other hand, were relentless.
There wasn’t any conversational topic that couldn’t somehow be linked to some saint’s cautionary example, or what Father So-and-So said about the dangers of whatever I happened to be doing, saying, reading or planning. Because I dropped out to start attending a nearby Unitarian Church when I was 13, that was their cue to turn up the heat. I got cards in the mail from my great-aunt, the nun, reminding me about the holy days of obligation, and rosaries and souvenirs blessed by the Pope on gift-giving occasions. But mostly it was the constant gentle and not-so-gentle reminders of that I was really a good Catholic girl.
The odd thing about it was that I was probably just taking a little adolescent vacation from the church after all those years of Catholic school and the rigors of memorizing endless prayers and dogma so I could give the bishop the right answer to his one question at confirmation. (When to the whole family’s horror I chose Teresa as my middle name. Didn’t I realize it was Eye-talian?)
But all that relentless commentary and nudging and opinionating just hardened my resolve to make my own choices. And worse, it made me drift away from them, because I was tired of feeling pressured.
I’m sure they thought they were doing the right thing to preserve my immortal soul. But I felt like there was a sanctimonious, self-congratulatory and almost zenophobic quality to their endless importuning. In their little world, it was simply impossible for them to believe that a reasonable person could make a difference choice.
Later, I realized that a variety of factors had conspired to make me more adventurous than them. I read more than they did. I wandered a lot farther afield than them. And it cost me, in the sense that I wasn’t even as confident with my own choices as they were, or as familiar with everything within my reach. I didn’t have all those strong opinions they did, or the idea that my ideas were better for other people than anything those other people might decide for themselves.
It took me years to understand how charming and caring they were, long after they were gone. At the time I knew them, I was young and vulnerable and trying on my baby independence of mind, and their urging voices seemed too much like the nuns who controlled their classrooms with wooden rulers and threats of purgatory. But in retrospect, I realize that they weren’t talking about me as much as they were just expressing who they were.
Sky, even my world-class equanimity (that’s a little joke) gets taxed by some of the bombast that get thrown around here. I have to practically sit on my hands to keep from writing “I want it on the record that I totally disagree.” I get urges to protect new people from imagining that we’re all subscribers to these (to me) unhelpful ideas. But then I ask myself, who appointed me sheriff of Fraud?
People are where they are. And there are undoubtedly other people there, talking the language of that place. Some of them there to learn and move on. Some of them having settled down for life. We not only speak and act from where we are, we also hear and learn.
This is what I tell myself. I try to be empathic. If I can’t do that, I try to get some private humor out of the nuttiness. If I can’t do that, I just take a break until I get over my arrogance. We’re all in recovery. The whole damned world is in recovery, whether it knows it or not. And I am just one piece of pickled pineapple in this great fruitcake.
Affectionately —
Kathy