I'm well aware little Luna... But thank you for the warning. :)
Outlets for one's desire to belong in the seeming randomness of reality are limitless.
How you match them with the one you share pleasure and other vestiges of purported happiness with at a moment, or ad perpetuum, is a different matter altogether.
It is a game of patience and focus.
A balance between self sacrifice and sharing.
Love is a very constructive form of destruction.
So you want to have this great child?
I think instead of considering the great mental abilities you think you have, you should consider the accomplishments you two have completed.
A child can be as smart as the universe is complex, but if he doesn't have the confidence to believe he can change the world, your just going to get a bored professor, or something.
You need a child who values himself based on the game-changing contribution he knows he will make to the world someday. He needs an ego so big that noone can break by telling him he cant do it, and he needs the resources (money and a network) in order to accomplish whatever it is he's chosen to dedicate his life to.
I'm curious to know what your accomplishments are, Sociopath. What do you have that will provide your child with the foundation he needs to accomplish huge things? If you're short on an answer, than perhaps you should continue building your own little empire before you begin to think about who will inherit it.
Honestly, I think you will just find yourself dissapointed in your child. You can condition them all you want, but you have no control over the nature of the soul that your child will possess.
The point I was trying to get across is I wouldn’t compare a sociopath to an animal that hunts in packs… It’s not possible for two genuine sociopaths to share a life together…even though they’re so similar in terms of behavior there’s too much power between them for any of them to truly coexist.
It’s just like this site, I thought coming here was going to bring me closer with people who are like me…people who understand me. But what I’m coming to learn is we’re way too complex to be put in a box like so many others, we’re extremely strange with very eradicate behavior. You could say that we’re always “fucking and fighting†here but I think if we lived together we’d actually turn into psychopaths…
What you’re describing is something I see in broken homes, where the two parents ‘love’ each other but fight like cats and dogs and then turn around and say “they were meant to be and how no one understands us†and they have shitty kids who they think are fucking kings and queens but they’re too stupid to figure out that their lives are actually worthless to society.
How’s that? Ball park?
Scientists don't change the world. The people who fund them do. If Einstein had used his mental abilities to make money, he could have funded thousands of scientists, and research.
When I was young, I wanted to be an astro-biologist. After that I wanted to study nano-technology.
I don't like business. It's a manipulative, sociopathic game that only results in money, but money is power, and power is the driving force that has the ability to save or destroy humanity. So here I am, attempting to start a company so that I can achieve my dreams of changing the world!
You know, when I think about my future, I see so much stress. Even now, I am almost never able to enjoy the moment. I'm always thinking about what needs to get done. I'm confident in myself enough to know that I could easily get a job making a comfortable amount of money, and buying a big house, driving a nice car, having a loving family, and living the "American Dream", but I can't do that because it's selfish. Why would ANYONE allow themselves to live a goal like that?
Why would anyone with respect for humanity put themselves on a path that only results in happiness for yourself and your family?
Instead I choose a life of stress and worry because I'm not playing by the rules of the system. I'm not taking the easy route, and as a result of that, my life will be plaged with uncertainty. Worries that I could be wrong. Perhaps it's my narccism that drives me, but the day I end up making money for a corporation instead of heading my own is the day I give up on my dreams, and consider myself defeated by this thing called life.