tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post2508430479822811855..comments2024-03-28T00:33:57.308-07:00Comments on Sociopath World: Everyone on the autism spectrumUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-19430416018523893872013-09-25T11:21:27.791-07:002013-09-25T11:21:27.791-07:00One of my Barbies is disfigured. One of my Barbies is disfigured. Barbie guynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-75336394993032895152012-12-30T15:26:15.927-08:002012-12-30T15:26:15.927-08:00Exactly. But who consider themself "socipath&...Exactly. But who consider themself "socipath" they probably have narcissistic personality disorder..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-41017520388515446852012-12-20T11:59:57.680-08:002012-12-20T11:59:57.680-08:00Theme for Anon 9:48 with Love from ThemesTheme for Anon 9:48 with Love from ThemesThemes for SW Regularshttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zeYNl95vvwnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-84980787139012017262012-12-20T11:10:35.368-08:002012-12-20T11:10:35.368-08:00It is not whining when you speak the truth, anon. ...It is not whining when you speak the truth, anon. Beauty is truth, truth beauty. <br /><br />In the original post, I saw nothing but bravado. A person claiming to be so very strong and free. A warrior King standing on top of a mountain composed of the bodies of his enemies. Singing his own praises into the wind. It annoyed me immensely.<br /><br />Now I am starting to understand you better, I would like to hear more of your story. Who knows, we might be able to help one another in some way.<br /><br />I grew up with a tyrant "King" as well, whose power I thought to be absolute. So I know all too well that suffocating feeling. <br /><br />Who gives a fuck about any useless insults people here might throw in order to make themselves feel superior? You are giving them power over you by giving in to the fear of speaking your mind lest you be ridiculed. <br /><br />L.A.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-91948024889955192922012-12-20T09:50:38.274-08:002012-12-20T09:50:38.274-08:00I don't call it whining. I call it telling it ... I don't call it whining. I call it telling it like it is :DUp From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-49132059349463580242012-12-20T09:48:47.734-08:002012-12-20T09:48:47.734-08:00I have written and deleted. I am whining and do no...I have written and deleted. I am whining and do not want people to tell me that. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-85653114967450822002012-12-20T06:11:30.466-08:002012-12-20T06:11:30.466-08:00How are you suffocating, Anon? Talk to me, as I wi...How are you suffocating, Anon? Talk to me, as I will come back and check for your responses!Up From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-41396954643570888132012-12-20T04:14:12.097-08:002012-12-20T04:14:12.097-08:00It is a fantasy, sure. No I don't have any pow...It is a fantasy, sure. No I don't have any power whatsoever over "the KING" from childhood. The power was absolute.<br /><br />To me, in my head, i am on a chessboard. But I am in one place. I have my position and I move very slowly, unfortunately laterally. It is very boring and I don't do much more than survive. <br /><br />Right now I feel like I cannot move so I go between fantasizing about killing the source and treating myself like i am a pathetic symptom. <br /><br />You have good advice but..<br /><br />"You're just trying to convince us all what a tough, free spirit you are."<br /><br />I am? -I don't like it when someone tells me i am trying to convince anyone how anything i am. Please do not assume you have access into me. You don't have to analyse every bit. -You don't know what you are talking about here. <br /><br />I am trying to be strong, I am not a free spirit, I am suffocating, so don't tell me this. <br /><br /><br /><br /> Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-33386827803582041212012-12-19T18:29:11.219-08:002012-12-19T18:29:11.219-08:00Thank you, Literary Anon <3Thank you, Literary Anon <3Up From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-16603060371148450642012-12-19T12:32:28.640-08:002012-12-19T12:32:28.640-08:00*damn it, meant to say, life isn't one big che...*damn it, meant to say, life isn't one big chessboard.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-10772627063581001342012-12-19T12:24:32.252-08:002012-12-19T12:24:32.252-08:00Umm, sorry Sofa, but that was not me.
Been very b...Umm, sorry Sofa, but that was not me. <br />Been very busy lately and only just managing to catch up. I am very impressed with your writing lately, actually. <br /><br />As for the chessboard: <br />Yeah, don't entirely agree with you there, anon. Sure, it's all well and good to go on about how the child needs to be strong and defeat all authority, but in reality, I don't believe you for a second that you did so. That you answer to nobody. <br /><br />You're just trying to convince us all what a tough, free spirit you are. There is always some authority that you must obey. If you answer to nobody, then essentially you would be doing anything and everything you want. Are you really trying to tell me that that's your life?<br /><br />Children who grow up with domineering and/or abusive parents, where life feels like one long battle, usually get knocked down pretty quickly whenever they try to show force. Most just shut down in order to survive. <br /> <br />Annihilating everyone in your quest to kill the King does not mean you will win. Sure, I agree that it is necessary to arm yourself, to be prepared to fight back, but yeah, I think you are just as paranoid as me and have probably burned as many bridges in order to defeat every threat. You keep going like this, you will end up alone, jumping at shadows you see lurking in every corner.<br /><br />It's not about being the last one standing. I think it's more beneficial to fight smart. Figure out your own weaknesses and address them. Learn to see your enemy's weaknesses and exploit them. Form alliances. Lie, manipulate and do whatever necessary till you build up strength. All war is deception.<br /><br />Then you don't have to kill the King. You will learn to see the King as just a man. The fear will be diminished (or gone) and he will lose his power over you. You can then let him know that you will not take any more shit, will fight if necessary, but strive for peace. Then take it from there.<br /><br />Even abused children might benefit from having a relationship with their parents, as long as it is strictly on the child's terms of course.<br />Recognise authority and use it to your advantage. Life is one big chessboard, play it smart.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-20418681272454949612012-12-19T04:00:52.116-08:002012-12-19T04:00:52.116-08:00Anon 9:34Pm
Maybe he was trying to impress me as ...Anon 9:34Pm<br /><br />Maybe he was trying to impress me as giving is something I normally do. He gives too but not as often. Now when you ask how giving or kindness makes him feel he cannot answer. It's as if he cannot put a feeling to the action of kindness and giving.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-63594162615673634562012-12-18T21:28:30.747-08:002012-12-18T21:28:30.747-08:00Lmao !Lmao !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-5907289255817383902012-12-18T13:53:01.983-08:002012-12-18T13:53:01.983-08:00Every now and then, a sliver of sunlight comes th...Every now and then, a sliver of sunlight comes through. It makes you thaw, like ice on a hot day in a mixed drink, which you are sipping on the beach. The ice melts fast, mixing into your drink until they are indistinguishable. In that moment, you are exactly right. Sunbeams come in words of love, spoken without a thought for repayment, making it all the more magical. Up From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-78538849795767534752012-12-18T12:26:37.592-08:002012-12-18T12:26:37.592-08:00I disagree with your diagnosis, Doctor.
I'm g...I disagree with your diagnosis, Doctor.<br /><br />I'm going for a second opinion on that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-78022740634245875092012-12-18T12:21:42.970-08:002012-12-18T12:21:42.970-08:0012:18
Is that what happened to you? Pills?12:18<br />Is that what happened to you? Pills?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-90007102109290591442012-12-18T12:18:18.753-08:002012-12-18T12:18:18.753-08:00Thank you Doctor, but I'd prefer you keep the ...Thank you Doctor, but I'd prefer you keep the pills.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-50504474998246737412012-12-18T11:59:05.578-08:002012-12-18T11:59:05.578-08:00Thank you, Ellicit <3
It would be nice if boge...Thank you, Ellicit <3<br /><br />It would be nice if bogeymen announced themselves by saying, "I am the Bogeyman. How you be?" Then, maybe, you could relax enough to put the right shapes into the right holes. Square would go with square and round would go with round. You wouldn't even have to match colors. Then, you could swagger. You were smoking hot and you knew it. They knew it, too, and asked for an encore. You complied(happily, but with the proper amount of humility)<br /><br /> You had another go at it. When, you came up to match the pieces with the holes, you closed your eyes. Then, you stood on your head. Then, you rode a bike and bent down, every so effortlessly, and did it. You paid so much attention to the applause that you fell off your bike. You died later that day of internal injuries suffered while driving a non motorized vehicle.<br />Up From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-87770077274663843292012-12-18T11:55:23.086-08:002012-12-18T11:55:23.086-08:00What is this, Days of our Lives shit?
Come on.What is this, Days of our Lives shit? <br /><br />Come on.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-65794112007948892692012-12-18T10:38:58.270-08:002012-12-18T10:38:58.270-08:00Anon 12:19
There is a part of me that finds this a...Anon 12:19<br />There is a part of me that finds this all funny<br />as I have always found that malignant narcissists are so blatantly stupid.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-22742217767039890142012-12-18T10:34:06.797-08:002012-12-18T10:34:06.797-08:00Anon 12:19
"I'm just saying that it's...Anon 12:19<br />"I'm just saying that it's a good idea to learn from our mistakes, is that so bad?<br /><br />You mean that is ALL you said in the above posts? You are brain dead!<br /><br />"It's not healthy to dwell on the negative, you have to look for the silver lining...you'll find it."<br /><br />Isn't that a "negative" remark to assume I have not found the silver lining? You are brain dead!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-57213295645871391562012-12-18T10:19:31.590-08:002012-12-18T10:19:31.590-08:00Nice stuff, Sofa. Love it.Nice stuff, Sofa. Love it.Ellicithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13206004731416673716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-13449904445142720762012-12-18T09:42:30.482-08:002012-12-18T09:42:30.482-08:00I feel a burden and pressure too. Not guilt, beca...I feel a burden and pressure too. Not guilt, because this person was not brought to this world by my choice, and is not my responsibility exactly. I don't think this has anything to do with sociopathy, I am a hugely empathic person.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-74118490762891851942012-12-18T09:27:40.289-08:002012-12-18T09:27:40.289-08:00There was the high wire and the low wires. There w...There was the high wire and the low wires. There was the open door, which opened to a flight of stone stairs that went to the cellar. The wires were electrical. You never touched them.The door was never entered because the stair case did not have lights. You would hear laughing coming from the cellar. It was a laughter that made you feel like you do a man looks at your breasts too long and you want to run. You want to run to a place where he would magically disappear because his ugliness turned into dynamite and made him explode. Then, you would be fairy princess of the land and the wires could be touched and the doors could be opened because there would be light. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Up From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-9794122241333145982012-12-18T09:00:10.458-08:002012-12-18T09:00:10.458-08:00I love you, Literary Anon.I love you, Literary Anon.Up From The Sofanoreply@blogger.com