So here is a glimpse into the mind of a middle aged woman who analyzes everything, has too much time on her hands, and not enough friends to tell her she's nuts:
After entering the base this evening while putting my ID card back into my wallet I noticed that the price tag was missing. I had left the price tag in the wallet because I spent too much on it and at first was going to take it back. So, everyday that tag on top of my ID was my nagging reminder of my foolish spending but now it's gone, so I guess I'll keep it. So, as I was slipping my ID into place, I thought to myself, "Why did I spend so much money? What a waste." Then I thought to myself, "Yeah it was too much but I pay my bills; I'm not taking charity or asking my family for help to buy food while I waste money on luxuries." At which point my mind jumps to "Muffy" who in fact does just that. She accepts government assistance, charity, and cash from her relatives for food while driving a large, luxury SUV and receiving weekly mani/pedis, etc, etc. Then my mind goes to - why does she do that? How can she live with herself? At which point I remember an article I read over the weekend explaining what a psychopath is. They are not all crazed serial killers. They are simply people for whom a conscience is non existent. So then I, with my PhD is pop-psychology, diagnose Muffy as a psychopath. She feels no remorse, doesn't see what's wrong with her behavior, doesn't care about anyone but herself. She truly doesn't get it. When called on her poor behavior, it just goes right over her head. I have long since extricated myself from her friends list but now and then I still think about her baffling behavior. I never could understand it but now I think maybe I do.........
(If you follow the link for psychopaths please don't be offended by the site name "darn" interesting- if that would offend you- please don't go there)
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