The “sociopath,” boiled down, is someone who routinely does, and takes, what he wants, unconcerned with the impact of his behavior on others. Nothing in my mind defines his essence more than this concise, factual description. He is rather unique, and thus diagnosable as a sociopath, to this precise extent.
Sure, we’ve discussed this before, but it always merits, in my view, fresh reconsideration. And so let me add, I think, an important caveat: The sociopath doesn’t necessarily feel he has the “right” to what he’s pursuing, or planning to take.
Rather, he doesn’t feel he needs the right. He just needs the want.
Simply wanting what he wants, with or without the right to it, meets his standard for laying claim to his quarry.
Because after all, you may ask the sociopath, “Did you have a ”˜right’ to take that? To steal it?” And he may answer, with intellectual honesty, “No. I realize, intellectually, that I had no right to what I took.”
Which gets to the nub, the essence, of his condition: His” right” to what he wanted wasn’t relevant, didn’t even enter his thinking; rather, his wanting it was the sole factor necessary to support his comfortable, non-conflictual pursuit of it.
To sum up, the sociopath’s disordered essence is captured best in his pattern of taking, without remorse, what intellectually he may very well know doesn’t belong to him—he has no right to it—yet he takes it anyway.
To be clear: when I say that the sociopath intellectually can understand he may lack the “right” to what he’s taking, I’m not suggesting that he lacks a sense of entitlement. Quite the contrary: his sense of entitlement is all the more astounding for his intellectual awareness that he may lack the “right” to what he wants, yet still takes it. In doing so, he is exhibiting self-entitlement, and attitudes of contempt, in their gaudiest, most audacious forms.
One always must beware of oversimplifying complicated concepts. The sociopath’s disorder is complex on many levels. Yet on some levels the sociopath’s mentality isn’t so complicated at all. In some respects it’s pretty simple.
In this article I suggest the sociopath is, essentially, that strange, disconcerting, disruptive individual with a history, and pattern, of taking from others what doesn’t belong to him with an impoverished sense of shame and remorse. When you confront an individual with this history and pattern, you are dealing with a sociopath.
What he takes, and even how he takes it, are less relevant considerations that that he takes, with no right.
(This article is copyrighted © 2011 by Steve Becker, LCSW. My use of male gender pronouns is strictly for convenience’s sake and not to suggest that females aren’t capable of the behaviors and attitudes discussed.)
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Sybil!
Sybil who?
Sybil Simon met a pieman…!
Uh hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaah……*Choke*
EB, when you fish in the sewer or the toilet all you catch is turds anyway….so I’m learning to move to cleaner places to fish.
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Aunt Lou!
Aunt Lou who?
Aunt Lou do you think you are!
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE *sigh*
Hey Oxy….I’;m practicing my stand up…..step away from the mic please! 🙂
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Augusta!
Augusta who?
Augusta go home now!
WHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA……hehehehehehehehehe!!!! *breathe*
YOU know you need a Different Lawyer when ……
* You met him in prison.
* During your initial consultation he tries to sell you Amway.
* He tells you that his last good case was a Budweiser.
* When the prosecutors see who your lawyer is, they high-five each other.
* He picks the jury by playing “duck-duck-goose.”
* He tells you that he’s never told a lie.
* He asks a hostile witness to “pull my finger.”
* A prison guard is shaving your head.
AHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, bwahhhhhhahahahahahahaha!!!!
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 : ) 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Two small boys, not yet old enough to be in school, were overheard talking at the zoo one day. “My name is Billy. What’s yours?” asked the first boy. “Tommy,” replied the second. “My Daddy’s an accountant. What does your Daddy do for a living?” asked Billy. Tommy replied, “My Daddy’s a lawyer.” “Honest?” asked Billy. “No, just the regular kind”, replied Tommy.
HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE…..(sorry Matt) ahahahahahahahahaha!!!
LOL!
stand up is your new gig, EB.
And for my finale………
A woman arrived at a party. While scanning the guests, she spotted an attractive man standing alone. She approached him, smiled and said, “Hello. My name is Carmen.” “That’s a beautiful name,” he replied. “Is it a family name?” “No,” she replied. As a matter of fact I gave it to myself. It represents the things that I enjoy the most – cars and men. Therefore I chose “Carmen”. “What’s your name?” she asked. He answered “B.J. Titsengolf.”
Badaboom…….
I’m versitile Skylar….. 🙂