Sociopath Community

My parents are Iapetus and Cybele. I was always the smartest of me and my brothers. One of my brothers holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, and the other can't think ahead to save himself.

I remember in my younger years, I stole something to give to somebody, because I felt that I left him out, having had my brother give gifts to everyone else. Then my cousin Zeus got really mad at me, even though what I took didn't even need to be replaced, you just take a torch and use it to light a torch, and then you get more fire. Apparently, that's still stealing if you copy it.

So he gave Pandora that box and it wreaked havoc on the world. So I played a prank on my cousin with his feast. I put something in his meat. He didn't take very kindly to that.

Then he chained me up to a rock and had an eagle eat away at my stomach. When its done, the wound heals and the process starts all over again. Though at least I'm not Loki or anything. He had it just as bad for being the trickster in the family.

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster.

I went to Disney land with my high school choir group. We split into small groups and roamed throughout the park. I never really had a clique, so I found myself with a new group every day  (I think we were there for 3 days).

One day the group I was with was watching a star wars themed live show   for little kids. The guy who was playing darth maul was wearing very convincing makeup and even had crazy looking teeth that I'm sure were some sort of prop. He was also crazy acrobatic. Like the annoying little teenaged shit I was, I catcalled at him throughout the whole performance, we were not in the main audience. When the performance was done, a section of the stage descended with him on it, and when he sank below floor level and no one could see him except for me and my group, up behind the stage, he turned around and flicked his tongue between his fingers at me. 

All of my peers thought me very cool after this episode, but nonetheless I snuck off and made my way to the surprisingly depressing and boring behind the scenes area. I had a few scares when security would  walk  past, but I just acted like I knew where I was going and they left me alone. Finally I found one of the areas where the employees had their shared and unshared dressing rooms.  I saw one door closing next to another door into which Obi-Wans long haired mentor was walking in. Taking a (not so wild) guess, I went to the door next to Qi Gon Jin's and knocked. 

Long story short, I went in and lost my virginity to darth maul, and I've got the scars on my upper lip (and a couple other parts of my anatomy) from the super pointy costume teeth to (partially) prove it.

And they all lived happily ever after, the end. 

born different, stuff happened which isn't my fault, i got blamed and critized for my enviroments which weren't my fault, quack happens to fart

In first school, I lead a group, beat the shit out of some kid all the time, and fucked about.

In middle school, things got weird. I made new friends, and my old friends didn't follow me anymore. They followed some new guy. He introduced me to a girl on the internet, who I really, really liked. And no one fucked with the new leader. I didn't "respect his authority" like everyone else did, so when he pissed me off one day, I kicked him in the face. All of my friends turned on me, and made all of middle school living Hell.  And the internet girl I had a crush on joined in with them. 

Though all this, I was also wondering why the fuck I found boys attractive as well as girls. 

By the time I got to high school, I was a crushed, broken person. Feelings were out the window. The leader went to a different school at the start of high school, and my friends became my friends again, but I still spent most of my time making new internet friends for the first year. I also accepted I was bisexual, and kept it hidden. 

When I got to about a third of the way through the second year, my internet friends were down to a special few. I also met a female friend in real life. We hardly talked at school, but we started talking on the internet for a long time every night, so it was practically an internet friendship. 

A year on, I've realized that the fact I can't care about people (and a whole host of other signs) point towards me being a sociopath. One of my remaining internet friends became deeply depressed and started to hate me. I had a relationship with the other, but that didn't work out because of distance. And the girl I met in real life... Well, the story of me and her is really long and complicated. Basically, we were best friends, then in love, then not in love but still best friends, then she started to hate my guts, and now we barely talk.

I was then left, feeling empty, alone, and overall, bored. So, in search for like minded people that won't start to hate me because of my sociopathic traits, I ended up here.

So, you fell in love, got your heart broken, decided to stop caring because it hurt too much to care and that makes you a sociopath?

What other sociopathic traits do you have, because what you've mentioned so far certainly doesn't make you one.

For some reason, I knew people would focus in on that. It was more like I got the feelings beaten out of me by everyone I once considered friends that got to me. I don't know everyone else views on nature and nurture when it comes to psychopaths and sociopaths, but I would say it's both. I was different as a child, where I was fascinated by violence, and loved ordering people around.

But as for right now, I'll make a list of things that lead me to my belief that I'm a psychopath or sociopath.

People naturally love to be around me, only because of how quickly i adapt to act around new people. These days, in real life, I'm friends with everyone I know only because life's easy like that. Everyone trusts me, but I have lied to get out of many complications. I'm just good at hiding it. 

I have had my fair share of slip ups throughout life though, mainly not showing emotions when I should. Like when my aunt died. And that time my parents came in to find me torturing my hamster out of boredom (this was far before I knew what a sociopath even was, I'm not one of these freaks that finds out about sociopaths then goes and murders animals to be edgy). My opinions on moral things have also got me in trouble many times...

People do love how reckless I tend to be though, which I always find odd. And that's only really ever because of how quickly I get bored of anything. 

I find it hard to capture my personality in words on the internet though. If you met me, I have a feeling you'd know what I am. Whether you believe that I'm a sociopath/psychopath or not doesn't really matter too much to me though. All I need to know is your opinion on one thing, what am I? Sociopath or psychopath? Because I've seen so many theories to the difference that I don't even have my own anymore.

Edit: sorry, it seems I've missed something you said. It's not that it hurts too much to care, I'd love to care to be quite honest. Less faking would be involved in life, so it'd be easier. And I do love an easy life. But but's more that I just can't care. It's like, my ability to care doesn't work.  Really, I don't think it ever did. 

What i'm saying is that my life may have contributed towards and allowed my scoiopathy/psychopathy to fester, but ultimately, I was born like this.

This could be a good, albeit rather obvious, way of extracting information from your fellow posters. You're learning, Thrill. I congratulate you for that.

That just looks like a load of bullshit to me (I saw your post before you edited it). I did say you don't have to be entirely honest, but I also mentioned there should be some honesty at least...

You seem to be paranoid. Afraid I'm going to use your real info against you?

Are you ever honest about anything?