I got chains and you got wings

28 09 2013

But I got chains and you got wings

Angels were never meant to fall
And you were the loveliest of all
If I thought God could fix this, I’d pray for your forgiveness

Natalia Kills

From the blog: Dating a psychopath

The link under is a good documentary with Louis Theroux. In this video all the classic character traits of a charismatic sociopath are there.

The truth about Jimmy Saville did not come out fully until after his death. He was a very celebrity in the UK, and operated behind his mask of charisma for decades. This is a really good video. Unfortunately I can no longer find this on youtube.

More about her

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xu2udi_when-louis-theroux-met-jimmy-saville_news#.UWdq7qLqmzg

2012-08-10 17.11.06
Amadeus  He never returned the cat after he got him. I never got the chance to say goodbye.

It`s actually quite sad that psychopaths/sociopaths never (?) can experience the range of feelings we have. People with shackles who are freed, can truly live in every way. Many psychopaths have no meanings in their lives, because without feelings, everything is flat. Its sad really, but they have to help themselves. It can`t be family or their lover. The people closest to us, don`t have the necessary distance that people must have to handle the pscyhopaths
Am I a sociopath? (part 1) from the blogger in:

Sociopath World

 So wonders a reader:

Hello.

I think I might be a sociopath, but I’m not sure. I don’t have a conscience per se, it’s more like a logical guide for what is right and wrong. Nothing turns my stomach, no type of immoral behavior enrages me unless I’m on the receiving end. All of my responses, even my “emotional” responses, are calculated and performed.

I know I’m not the smartest person on the planet–VERY WELL, but I feel it. As far as my heart and soul are concerned, there is nobody smarter on this planet, even though the very mind in question knows that’s not the case.

I use people when I can, so long as it doesn’t hurt them in the process. I’m not sure if that’s because I don’t want to hurt people or because I’d like to believe I’m not manipulative. Generally speaking, I don’t lie about anything except for my feelings.

But I don’t go out of my way to hurt people. I actually go out of my way NOT to hurt people. Pretty much my entire life IS an act, and I don’t really know who I am… but I’m definitely not normal, nor do I fit all of the negative aspects of the sociopath stereotype.

What does this sound like to you? I’m asking because as much as I’m able to make sense of the world around me, I cannot for the life of me make sense of myself. That is the one thing that my mind can’t penetrate. I can state facts about what I do, what I don’t do, my habits and tendencies, etc, but trying to form an opinion about myself is like walking through a minefield of self-deception and convenient stray thoughts.

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Inside his thoughts

23 06 2013

TO CHEAT OR NOT TO CHEAT

Joe Kita womenshealth

Can a man’s man really stay faithful to one woman for 23 years? With a parade of daily temptations? And with his friends egging him on? Joe Kita spills it.

I want to tell you a secret. It’s something I’m deeply proud of yet also ashamed of. It’s about being a man and about being less of one. It defines who I am while it defies who I am. It’s a dichotomy that’s difficult for even me to understand.

How I feel about this secret depends on who I’m with. Alone, or with my wife and family, I feel pride. But with other men – co-workers, drinking mates – I’m often embarrassed. Even though it’s been 23 years, I’ve never admitted this to anyone – not even my wife. Then again, I’m sure she’s never seriously doubted me and will not be surprised by what I confess.

My secret is that for almost a quarter century, I’ve been faithful. Although I’ve lusted after many women, I’ve never slept with one, or left even a lingering kiss on a pair of expectant lips. I am successful. I am fit. I have money. I dress well and no, I’m not ugly. Yes, I’ve had opportunities. Yet…

That’s me you’ve seen in those sports-bar crowds, clinking pint glasses and clapping shoulders at sexual innuendo. That’s me you’ve overheard commenting on the foxy new intern. Yes, I think about it. Yet…

Those surveys that reveal how many husbands cheat on their wives (and vice versa), I’ve considered them all. I’ve been tempted by the idea that monogamy is outdated. Yet…

And of course there’s the blandness of the long-term relationship: seeing her in trackies scrubbing the toilet. Running out of things to say over dinner. Making love in the same position in the same room at the same time year after year. I crave excitement and variety. Yet…

…I’ve never cheated. And I haven’t admitted it because, well, men typically don’t do that. No matter how sensitive we’d like you to believe we’ve become, our brother-cliques still rely on bravado and conquest for acceptance. The minute we confess to not being on the chase, to turning our backs on our genetic drive to procreate, our gorilla chests start to shrink. It may sound small-minded, but that’s the way it is, at least in my world.

So why it is that I’ve never wandered? I have a few ideas.

I’ve never met a perfect 10

A colleague once told me: “If you’re going to cheat, do it with a perfect 10. Because when you get caught – and eventually you will – you’ll need to look back without regret.” I always thought that was good advice.

My ankle hurts in the morning

In his book Letters To My Son ,Kent Nerburn equates temptation with the time he broke his left leg:

“Whenever I feel a surge of attraction to a woman, I think of that leg… Being unfaithful snaps a relationship as surely as that fall snapped my bone. At first, it may seem like nothing. Over time, you may be able to mend the break so that the relationship is stronger than ever. But it is not healed. The scar remains and it will haunt you forever.”

I haven’t broken any limbs, but I’ve sprained my right ankle a few times. And it aches almost daily.

I’m drawn to a particular type

Whenever I’m attracted to another woman, I ask myself ‘why?’. Usually it’s because she’s tall, slim, brunette, amply endowed, vivacious, witty, and kind. These are all qualities my wife has. It’s made me realise that I’m naturally drawn to one type of woman. Why cheat with her twin?

I love my wife’s gnarly feet.

I once read an article by a bloke who cheated. Waking up next to his one-night stand, he immediately noticed her feet. They had been tucked into sexy black pumps the night before, but now they appeared big and manly and even had corns. He was so disgusted he fled. We forget that love camouflages faults. After 23 years, I know and love every part of my wife – including her feet.

I keep my word

I made a public vow to be faithful. And as the son of an ex-marine, I believe a man’s word should be unassailable. I’m talking about personal integrity here, a trait often muddied by politicians, athletes, CEOs, and sometimes even our own fathers. I may not have kept some of the little promises I’ve made, but I’ve kept the big ones, and I’m damn proud of that.

I married a perfect 10

I need to clarify my first reason. I have met a perfect 10, and I married her. And the reason I haven’t cheated is that I’ve never really wanted to. Although my wife and I have our differences, she is a great woman who deserves my fidelity. I may not always be able to give her my full attention or all the material things she wants, but I can give her this. And as the years go by, it becomes more precious.

Joe Kita has worked for the same company and had the same hairstyle for 23 years, too.

From Men’s Health Australia: 5 reasons men cheat and how to stay faithful








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