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).
EB, it’s an old email from June. He doesn’t do that anymore.
But yes it was sick and thank you for your concern.
Wow thanks for that Skylar – it really clarified it for me. I actually was questioning myself a few years back … he had me so low over his repeated betrayals and lies and hurts and let downs … yet he was then making out it was MY mental health issues that were the problem.
It came to a head one day when my best friend just had a baby and I couldn’t drag myself out of bed to go visit with her. I had supported her the whole way through the pregnancy including talking her out of abortion when her partner was behaving like a pig, giving her money when she needed some and going shopping for baby items with her even though I would need to cry for hours afterwards. I was the friend to her I wished I had when I needed one. But I couldn’t face the happy family at the hospital.
He tried to drag me out of bed and I said “I am not getting up = there is no point.” He then threatened to have me committed to a mental ward. At that moment something snapped inside of me and I really became like a mad woman lol I towered above him standing on the bed and read him the riot act. I then slapped his face three times and told him to get out. He left and naturally the pain I felt I categorised as love rather than extreme grief and confusion. So we reconciled again and the nightmare continued. He didn’t refer so much to my mental wellbeing after that.
The horrible thing about it is ,,, we can laugh about it here and help one another to deconstruct each segment of warped communication, but when you are isolated from everyone and alone and totally dependent on these monsters – you believe what they say. I was starting to believe his version of me – someone who was incompetent, incapable, depressed and unable to function alone in the world despite mountains of evidence to the contrary.
Many thanks Oxy for deconstructing that email and thankyou Skylar for sharing it. I only have courting emails from mine which I kept in a folder and wrote snarky comments all over when I realised he had no concern whatsoever for my wellbeing. I highlighted all his lies and broken promises and wrote really snippy comments on the side margins 🙂 It got rid of some pent up aggression. I might dig them out and share some excerpts so you can see the amazing promises he made in the idolising stage before he broke my heart and ruined my world. That is a great idea to study their words. I don’t have anything from during the relationship as he was very careful not to commit anything to paper =- he kept numerous notes I wrote him though trying to explain the pain I was in and asking how he could keep hurting me as he did.
I am off to search them out now! Thanks ladies – off to the mortgage person today to see about taking over the massive debts on the house to get him out 🙂 Those appts always make me cry and so so sad so please send me some good thoughts to be strong this afternoon – I am finding this so hard. I was up till 2am this morning crying and my eyes are all swollen up.
Sorry sky….I should have read the earlier post…..Duhhhh!
I still hold fast on the NC rule though….
🙂
It’s all cool, EB
(hug)
Guys, need your help and it may be fun. I am putting together a presentation on People of the Lie (like that one a lot). And – I thought it would be really neat to remember various fairytales that have been told and retold. I know that I am on to something. how is it that my kids are aware of the fact that there are Bad Optimistic people out there, and I was totally in the dark? Maybe, I did not read enough kids’ stories. Can you think of few where the Good turns to bad in a psychopathic sort of way? I think it’d make a great point for a lecture. What are your thoughts?
Excellent idea!
Little red riding hood.
I’m also not much of a reader….but when Skylar logs on…..i’m sure she will fill you up! I recall she has mentioned some in the past…
Oh PI…..kids know so much more than they let on ………
Yes I think you have the mind of the sociopath down except that they also can change who they are to different people like a chameleon. Rosa your comments are also accurate as people with feelings don’t power up on you and make you feel like you are a piece of shit. Here is a story that I just watched on 48 hours, maybe a repeat now about Mechele Hughes who played several men at the same time. Anyway, while as a stripper she became engaged to 3 men stringing them along while they were buying her fur coats, cars, rings etc. (The interviewer wondered what attraction she had on them). She was a stripper!!!!!! She had one of them take out a $1,000,000 dollar life insurance policy on himself with her as the beneficiary. He ended up dead with one of the other pawns doing the dirty work. At least the man had his policy changed days before he was killed- the paperwork was found on his dead body. She left the state and became married to a doctor while also earning her Master’s degree. 10 years later she was surprised to find out that she was a suspect in the murder trial now reopened. She was so glib about the whole thing I wanted to jump through the tv and smack her, especially when she also defamed the murdered man by saying that he was gay. This didn’t seem to bother her then when she was stringing him along with the idea of marriage. She was convicted thankfully, and I am hoping that the bearded lady gets the bunk either above or beneath her in prison.
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/03/06/48hours/main3914454.shtml
Teacher:
Definately chameleon like!
First problem……stripper!
Now, I guess who am I to judge someone making a living as a stripper…..I dig holes in my yard….
BUT……to look at a stripper as marriage material, or girlfriend material…..HELLLLLOOOOOOO!
Why are we shocked with the enevitable…..
ANd so what if the dead guy was gay? Muddy waters, smoke screen…..what, you had a right to have him killed because he was gay? Uh….okayyyyy.
It’s a crazy, crazy world……and being in it…..I am so very glad I have the knowledge I do……it reduces my chances….still not immune though!
Great Article Steve!
I gotta laugh, ’cause the Sociopath I used to work with thought he could draw me into his wacky alternate universe again. (After all, I’m such a Patsy.)
The head of the homeschool cooperative we both teach at asked me to cover his classes. The lady is an angel. She can’t fathom what he is, because the concept is so foreign to her. I declined, of course.
I’ll never have anything to do with the Sociopath or any of his cohorts again. Sending the sweetest woman we know to ask me to cover for him was pretty clever, but not that clever.
If I start teaching martial arts classes in any way that seems even loosely affiliated with him again, then I’m the dumbest broad in the known universe. I’m pretty dumb, but I’m not quite that dumb.
The Sociopath’s abusive, conning, lying ways are catching up with him, and now he doesn’t have anyone capable of teaching his classes to cover for him or fawn over him. All he’s got are “newbies” who haven’t caught on yet. They will, and then they’ll leave too.
The S will never learn and he’ll never change. He’ll always be confident that his games will allow him to con, lie and abuse indefinately.
Steve, thanks again for nailing the S’ behavior on the head! This type of conversation is EXACTLY the type we used to have. Mine is still contacting me daily (multiple times a day) since I broke off contact 3 months ago. This week he threatened to contact my work if I didn’t respond and ‘let him know if I truly was never going to speak to him again’. Stupidly, I fell for it, and shot him a very brief email telling him that I wasn’t going to talk to him and to leave me alone. He had promised he would stop the barrage if I would just tell him there was no hope. Instead, he’s redoubled his efforts, and left me a gloating voice mail just now, telling me he understands that I just need more time to heal and then I’ll be ready to let him back into my heart. He told me he laughed when he thought of how stubborn each of us are being–me for not responding, and him for continuing to call. I am beginning to think he’s never going to stop! He’s tried every trick in the book–from the angry, horrible abusive language, to the I’m so sorry but you know that you hurt me too, to the I’m having surgery (now twice in the last 3 months–don’t believe it for a second), to his pet being sick, his kids being sick….whatever he can think of to get me to respond. It would be funny if it weren’t so sick. I wish I could block him from calling my work phone but I can’t. How have the rest of you dealt with this type of behavior?