Am I a sociopath? Or am I just an a*shole?
I'm in a relationship with a woman who's five years older than me, but she doesn't know because we met online, and I lied to her about my age. She's currently nineteen, turning twenty in August.
I am very good at lying. You have no idea. I don't lie in real life, with my friends, but I do lie compulsively and uncontrollably online, and the worst thing is, I start believing these lies. I feel bad for lying to my girlfriend, but not overwhelmingly so. The only reason I feel bad is because if she finds out, the whole facade of a person I've built up would collapse and that would be unfortunate.
I'm slowly trying to correct my wrongs by telling the truth about my age online, but that's difficult. The main reason I want to do this is because it'll take too much effort otherwise - lying takes a lot of energy that I don't want to waste or spend. Also, when it comes to sociopathic behavior, I don't know. I think of myself as genuinely superior and "different" from other people, I constantly look down on others internally, and I'm very good at making other people like me. However, I do prefer to be alone, even though everybody I know, including my parents and my sister, would refer to me as a decided extrovert.
I'm also extremely impulsive, which I've read up as one of the hints of being a sociopath. I don't know if I'm a pyromaniac, but I keep a lighter close by and I like watching things burn and seeing flames. I also thoroughly enjoy touching the fire with my finger just to see how long I can hold it there for without being burned. (Answer: Not very long).
When it comes to empathy, I'm sure I have feelings and all that other lovely bullcrap. I've cried watching the Titanic, I seriously care about my sister and parents, I guess, but when it comes down to it, I really ... don't? For example, when my parents divorced just a year ago, I genuinely didn't care. And when my sister's best friend died, I didn't care, either. And when my great-uncle died, I didn't care at all. And when I saw a dead animal, I didn't really care - I was fascinated, and tried taking it apart, but I wasn't scared, nor did I care.
I've always liked feeling important too - I was always a bit of an attention snob and I'd throw tantrums when people didn't pay attention to me, but I guess that's what all kids are like, huh? Still, it's like that today. I despise going to plays or productions that I'm not in (I'm in a theater group in my high school), I feel extreme jealousy for people who receive recognition, and I feel a sort of entitlement for many things.
I've also been called "wise beyond my years," mostly because I don't find interest in the things other girls or boys my age find interest in. I'm not interested in clothes, or fashion, or television, or entertainment, or anything like that... Just something to give me a thrill, something that excites me. And once the adrenaline is over, I quickly detach myself from it. I'm also a big "feminist" or social justice activist, but only because I find it absolutely idiotic to deprive someone of their rights, if everybody's below my notice anyway, you know? I don't know, it's just stupid, and everybody should care about it. It's like they're rats running on a wheel, and they're too consumed in their own dumb antics to realize they're being played. But I digress.
Can someone just ... help me?
Update: Edit: To clear some things up, what I'm telling you is the truth. That may sound stupid, but this is one of the few times I'm not lying online. Then again, who are you to trust me?
Constructive things only, thank you. I don't care if there's a little bite. Thanks for the answers so far.
Update 2: Also ... My gf and I have cammed and chatted on the phone (I can pass for a college freshman, easy), and she wants me to visit next month, which is one of the reasons why I'm seeking help. Should I break up with her? I don't want this stupid thing to go on until it's irreversible.
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