Raise a glass to the sociopath!

When I was at the gym yesterday, everyone kept asking why I was sitting still on the stationary bike. I’m going downhill dude, mind your own business. 



Hello my pretties!


I'm a little distracted today. I haven't kept up my blogging routine, which is funny because I've been home more. One thing I love about my job is they close for all the bad weather, so I don't work nearly as much as I could. That was part of my reasoning when I chose it. I haven't been to work for six days, it's like a vacation. I get to sleep in and write all day. Except that I have barely slept in and I haven't been writing. Maybe it's time for coffee. 


Yesterday I watched a fascinating video about sociopaths and how they work. The video was just a woman talking, let's call her Janice. Janice was a diagnosed sociopath and also a licensed clinical psychologist, so she had a unique perspective on the condition. 


I think there is a lot of fear in our society around sociopaths because they can be unpredictable and unsettling. But what exacerbates their problems, according to Janice, is our societal fear of them, the pressure for them to act like everyone else and basically lie and pretend to be like everyone else. If they could be honest about how they felt (or didn't feel), they could better manage some of the problems that come with the diagnosis. 


Janice talked about how she was being more animated for the video than she normally would be. If she were being natural, her voice would be flatter and she would be moving less and blinking less. She used the word boring, but it would actually be unnerving. Anya Taylor Joy is probably a sociopath. 


Janice mentioned seeing girls dressed up as Wednesday Adams for Halloween and she thought: "I bet it feels good to not have to smile or act like anything, doesn't it?" 


There is something I admire about the sociopath. It would be great if I could sit in silence without worrying about making people uncomfortable. It would be great if I could float around in my own little world without acknowledging others. It would be nice if sociopathic mannerisms were not such a faux pas, then I could act a little like a sociopath without getting comments on how I'm acting weird. Or maybe I shouldn't care about comments, just like a sociopath. 



Happy national Sticky Bun Day!


With love and kisses and an unblinking stare,


Sophia Skyy

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