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).
Dear Oxy – Thank you for your beautiful, heartfelt post to me. Everything you had to say about your story is why I KNOW you really care about the people on this site. Reading the facts of what you went through takes my breath away in a sad and very familiar way.
I said this in an earlier post under the article about bitterness and I’m hoping that I can continue to keep the spirit up with respect to not letting betrayal sour me on life. I’ve done a great deal of work on healing from abuse. You mentioned something about the onion skin layers in another post. I’ve been peeling the layers back, looking at why this and that and crying tears of release for years.
This last chapter, though, has been different. The grief is different in that I feel that there is a finality to all of this that will never change. There won’t be another go round at trying to address (FIX) the people in my life. I realize that it’s now all about me and coming to terms with the reality of my situation, just as you have with yours. Acceptance is here. That’s why I’ve been able to handle NC. Attempts were made to Hoover me back in for more abuse as punishment for speaking my truth. I didn’t and will not go there.
I said in another post about Skylar’s remaining in contact with her abuser that others should just let her be.
It took reaching my own internal tipping point before I said, “Enough is enough,” and went NC. A hundred people could have extolled the benefits of this approach to me, but until I was finally ready to embrace it, I never would have heard them. I think this is true for everyone. We all have to reach that place on our own, directly, through experientially knowing on all levels of awareness that “THIS IS IT, I’VE HAD ALL I CAN BEAR” and then just let go and let GOD handle the rest. It really is easier said than done until you arrive at that place personally.
My Mom got to cursing during a certain stage of her illness as well. We all thought it was a scream, because she started telling my Dad to F&$K O## at times! She never would have dared to do that before. I was silently cheering her along. She took a great deal over the years from him and he and I weren’t very close because I always stuck up for her or covered for her when she was too tired to carry the whole load of work and the bullshit he threw at her. I loved watching the reaction on his face when she did it! She was an incredibly loving wife and Mother who held her family together until, sadly, she just couldn’t handle anymore. I wish I could have done more for her.
Thanks for sharing Oxy. Take care.
Keensight and Oxy,
I agree with Henry, that was a very beautiful conversation between you two. Keensight your ability to express your thoughts as well as all the connotations of those thoughts, is impressive. You stated your opinion very directly, without wavoring but without rancor. You should be a mediator.
Oxy’s response was her usual good natured self. Neither of you showed any sign of your inner-child – just two grown adults making polite conversation. How refreshing.
Henry – What a sweet guy you are! I’m glad you are here. I got to thinking about you and what you expressed to me. I know we’ve had some similar experiences.
I don’t know if you are a music lover or not or what genre you’re into if you are, but there is a song that I love that sums it up pretty well for me regarding love and understanding your partner.
Patti LaBelle, the R&B singer is one of my favorites. Her love ballads are incredible. Her song “If You Don’t Know Me By Now— that explains it so well. She did it live in D.C. many years ago and its out on a couple of her cds now. NOBODY expresses emotion through song better than Patti. Take a listen sometime if you don’t already know her music. Nobody sings a love ballad like Patti. Her lyrics are inspiring to your soul and healing when she speaks about love.
Take care.
Keensight, thanks for trying to understand my position about the P. I believe he would rate 40 on the PCL-R. The things I’m learning about him (in part from talking to him) have confirmed this.
He is a pedophile, deathly afraid of being caught because he knows what happens to those people in prison. He is always going to be dangerous to me because he compartmentalizes his life. None of his N-supply know each other. He keeps everyone distant so that they can’t compare stories – except me. I know many of them and the ones he separated me from, I know their names and life histories because he told me stories for years. I’m the linchpin that can bring him down. Furthermore, in the conversations I’ve had with him, he projects his thoughts and actions on to me. He accuses me as being evil and dark and having no limits to the evil I will commit! He is a person who has embraced his evil to the point that he just looks around for something to do that is more evil than the last thing he did. This is the greatest pleasure in his live. He is bound to go down and I want to help in that endeavor.
I’ve met a new person and am falling for him within one week. I know it’s very quick, but I’m only explaining this to you so you understand, that my contact with the P is not in the interest of a relationship, but an attempt to protect myself, other targets he may choose to kill and also any children who could cross his path. Police, FBI, priests, lawyers all have let me down. I’m still working towards getting more concrete evidence.
Dear 7stepstoheaven – Thanks for the earlier posts. You have good self awareness and you’ve been through a great deal. Thanks for sharing some it. It helps to hear, more than you know. I’m sure others here are deriving a great deal from what you’ve shared. I’m sorry for the rough road you’ve traveled. It’s certainly given you a self understanding and awareness of who others really are, regardless of the veneer.
It’s something we’re all learning to do and hope to maintain. Stay well.
Skylar -You don’t need to justify your reasons for contact with him to me. He sounds dangerous. Please use caution and take care of yourself. I’m glad you decided to stay. I hope the new guy is just the opposite of your ex.
keensight, my new guy is N-supply like me, but not as much. He has gone through my experience a few years ago and reacted the same way: research, research, research. He knows all about sociopaths and he lets me talk about it all the time because he also knows my xP! It’s all very interesting.
Miss Drover, Maam, I HEAR YA!! LoUD AND CLEAR!! TOWANDA!! In one month, it will be one year sice I saw my older p daughter.ONE WHOLE YEAR! And I miss her less each day. I hear, ya, you old bat, I am listening good! What you and others are saying to me is JUST DO IT!!”yesterday is gone, departed, and tomorrow hasnt started, all that really matters is RIGHT NOW! these P b–ches havestolen my past, and lived inside my head way too long.ENOUGH already!
I have a good life with my darling husband, I am so LUCKY!
And my new Iranian “kids” are the icing on the cake.
Its sweltering here today in Sydney, its been 35 deg. C here with 95 % humidity all day, and the storm has just broken, thank God. LUV YA HEAPS OXY DARLING!! Love, gem.XXX
Keensight – I am a huge Patti Labelle fan and I know that song so well. When I was in the (fog) and dealing with devalue and discard issue’s I listened to Whitney Houston alot. Her song ‘Why does it Hurt so Bad’ – was the one I cranked up the volume too – give it a listen…
Keensight,
Sounhds like your father may have been an abusive, uncaring jerk at least. I’m glad that you did have a good relationship with your mother. I can imagine your glee when she finally started to say the things to your father that I am sure she must have wished to say years ago but was too much of a lady to say! Or, too abused and cowed. I am so glad that she and you had each other. That sounds special.
There is an old saying about God being very kind as we age, our eye sight goes bad as we get wrinkles! Sometimes in my nursing career I have seen senility as a blessing from God for some people. I had a little altzeihemers patient once who was in the paceing stage (along with many others on that unit) and she believed she was in her younger years with a baby. We gave her a Cabbage Patch doll and she accepted that dolll as her baby and carried it with her everywhere and talked to it and lovingly cared for it. After she passed away, her family put the doll in her coffin, lovingly cradled by her arm.
Sometimes senile patients (especially men it seems, but women too) become combative and angry when they did not act that way in life. But fortunately, there are medications to help calm down some of this violence. But I sometimes think that senility is a good analogy for the psychopaths, We can’t reach someone who is sennile, their logic is not our logic and their thinking is not our thinking, and like the Ps, except with medication either administered by stelth or force, there’s nothing we can do for them to get through to their incompletely working brain.
At least with a person who is senile, you can’t take it personal, they aren’t “out to get” you they are just functioning without all the brain working appropriately. They just are what they are.
Actually with psychopaths not having the capacity to bond normally with others, I even have a certain empathy for them. Without that bond, how CAN they care and have empathy for others? Doesn’t mean they can’t make a choice to onot commit a crime or an abuse, because they can make that choice, and they do have some “reasoning power” unlike the senile or the mentally retarded, otherwise they wouldn’t be so sharp to hide their crimes at all. They should of course, in my opinion be held accountable for their actions. (for all the good it does)
The only weapon we have against them is NC. They are like toxic clouds of vapor that when we are around them, we are poisoned. Getting out of their influence frees us from the toxic vaports that keep us in pain. Keep us stressed out. I felt my egg donor and my P-son were so much a part of me that nothing could make me NC them, I fought NC as hard as I could, NC with the X-DIL-P was not hard, I didn’t like her anyway, but with those I loved it was unthinkable for a while. It never dawned on me it was even possible.
Now I know it is not only possible, but the longer it goes, the less pain I feel, the less resentment, the less anger, the less anything—til you reach the shores of the “Nirvana of indifference.” I don’t think it will ever be TOTAL indifference, but it is coming so close that it sure feels good.