Sociopath Community

by Helena

Why do women frighten you so much? In the do-over you've dreamed of, does your Daddy give you the attention you need? Are you, like, totally popular? Do you go on to develop healthy relationships with men? Do your boyfriends surprise you with flowers and teddy bears? Mine does, sweet pea - I just chuck that shit in my closet. As I've tried to explain to you, love doesn't mean anything to any intelligent person. You, however, are staring down the barrel of a future that is as bleak as your past. And it's not that it's going to end badly for you, like mine almost certainly will - you can take comfort from that, my darling: I am a high achiever with enemies and recently, a lot of money. My life isn't going to end peacefully - no. Your life is going to end with the same mundane tenacity to which you were born. You'll die a nobody, remembered by no one for no achievement great or small. Unless you happen to bear a son who marries a woman that you (surprise, surprise) hate: in which case, there'll be one hell of a party at your funeral. For now, enjoy that beige blouse and loose black skirt with its mismatched cheap black heels. You know, the ones you wear to work every day. The ones with the fake lacquer that's chipping off the toes where you've been stubbing your feet against the cheap carpet at the office. Hopefully you'll suffer like this for a good fifty more years.

 Then why are you even in a relationship? A trophy? For some narcissistic image preservation? Isn't that a waste of time?

I don't know how many intelligent people you know but it is not true that intelligent people are not interested in love. (speaking as a person who personally knows a very intelligent person very interested in love - I am not all that "intelligent" myself)

Your boyfriend will eventually get tired of trying to please you, and you will break up. Heck, I think he's yours fiancé. (the memory I have sometimes, I wish I didn't remember that shit). If you do go on to get married, it'll lead to a divorce because he'll get tired of you craving more and more power that will never satisfy you. It'll be him versus a grant...him versus an award, him versus a larger paycheque. Maybe then if he's as successful as you, he'll bury his sorrows in some 20 something year old smoking hot pussy that believes they're going to run off into the sunset but he's just looking for someone for once in his life to just fucking pay attention. (assuming you last until middle age). 

Then you'll probably marry another. Or maybe another 2. But I'm glad you acknowledge your life will end well.

You're in love with the fact that you're envied by others and other power related bullshit. more than you will ever be in love with him. if he has any ounce of intelligence he'll realize that. Hopefully sooner than later. Hopefully before you reproduce a child whos first words with be "Harvard, Yale, Princeton" who you either indoctrinate "successfully" (like your own parents did for you - I use successfully very loosely) or who hates your guts and turns into a borderline perfectionist who starves themselves to death seeking a little bit of control in life while maintaining that 4.0 gpa. But eventually it crumbles and ends up with a hospitalization for a suicide attempt. The ending involves a jumping off a building where you probably have a bit of emotion but it's still masked with narcissistic bullshit. So good luck with that gamble.

What are you looking for in life? Maybe you can have your own wikipedia page with a one paragraph blurb about how you discovered that cushings syndrome is correlated to the 121u281921u8291 gene. Heck, maybe you can have a textbook citation with about 70 others.

Oh fame. Glorious. Achievements. Wonderful.

You come here acting better than a lot of people and even though you're a long read you can just hear the small little violin playing in the background as a one reads your posts and you realize that you're just as screwed as the people you criticize. You think you're so important, but the fact is you are barely more important than all the rest of us.

and btw i didn't do this to defend tsg, because i read her posts just as much as I read yours (so rarely lol) - i was just casually observing

by Helena

And, like Thrill Kill did so many months ago ...

And again, my name gets dragged into the drama. /sigh. You just want my attention, don't you.

That seems to happen here a lot, and not just by you.

Oh.

Dear.

Gawd.

It took me a few days to realize it, but THIS is the post you've been obsessed with for nine months.

Let that sink in: you have been obsessed with this post for nine months. Nine months. You just wasted nine months of your (pretty worthless anyway) life obsessed over one post on a forum populated by people who type random shit into their computers under pseudonyms.

And I think I'll start using this story in my regular background story. It makes me sound like a real fighter. People call me an inspiration to society now - imagine what they're going to think if they believe that I suffered child abuse and then retaliated like this! Way to hand a narcissist a trophy, Sugar. Since I don't remember writing that post and since it deviates from my usual style of prose I'm going to have to assume that I was mocking someone else, but hell, what a story to add to my current one! People love a good underdog, you see, and there's few who can rival the daughter of a communist sociopath who grew up to become a doctor (strictly speaking I'm not a doctor yet, but I see no reason to believe that I'm suddenly going to flunk out of school).

Nine months. You wasted nine months of your life obsessed with one post (perhaps more: I don't know. You might be slopped all over the internet, scanning for posts by strangers that'll fuel your own needy obsessions). You know what I did during the past nine months? I cashed in three scholarships that, combined, paid my tuition fees for both semesters. I bought an entire new wardrobe and I booked another holiday. I proof-read a dissertation for an Honours student for the hell of it because it made me look good. I also had a hit put out on me which is probably still out (when one puts a hit out on someone, one doesn't generally withdraw it) but hey, getting a hit put out on me is still a greater accomplishment than wasting my time obsessing over a broken past, which you do every time you whine about women competing with each other in a bizarre contest to win the affection of their own fathers, and obsessively ranting about a story an anonymous poster made and then forgot about. I guess your participation on this board is just that important to you.

You wasted nine months obsessed with me.