tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post7141046243380026669..comments2024-03-18T07:07:07.291-07:00Comments on Sociopath World: New experiencesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-3320770431650352802012-12-08T18:25:31.509-08:002012-12-08T18:25:31.509-08:00Monica had a recurring thought. It was like a lief...Monica had a recurring thought. It was like a lief motif in a symphony, except it was not a symphony. It was her fucking head. People told her to stop that shit. She told herself to stop that shit. When they put her in the ground, the eulogy would be that this bitch never stopped talking about her mother.<br /><br />She thought about her mother, all the time, as if she had a giant tattoo, which covered her insides like a jailbird, protecting his pretty ass. Maybe, indelible ink stained her soul like a garish tattoo in colors of fire engine red, cobalt blue, emerald green and Amazon parrot yellow. Maybe, she was like the aging woman you see in Wal Mart, tattooed from an earlier stage in life, when it meant something, when she was on top of her game, a fucking beach bunny. Now, it was not not sexy, but was pathetic. She was the last to know. The worst thing was that even if she knew, it would not change anything.Up From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-46129540972078715642012-12-08T18:21:14.990-08:002012-12-08T18:21:14.990-08:00i just posted a small bit on the newer post. i just posted a small bit on the newer post. Fake Medusanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-73522158789980091062012-12-08T17:41:48.523-08:002012-12-08T17:41:48.523-08:00I have been waiting to see what Medusa will do, s...I have been waiting to see what Medusa will do, since you left her at that pregnant pause :DUp From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-90188166800917670902012-12-08T16:54:04.282-08:002012-12-08T16:54:04.282-08:00My ideas jumble around. right now I am jotting. I ...My ideas jumble around. right now I am jotting. I tend to do too much at once and get scattered. I would say by the end of the wk/wknd I will have another short chapter. Thank you for your interest, Sofa. <3Fake Medusanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-4890089909525119432012-12-08T16:19:10.050-08:002012-12-08T16:19:10.050-08:00Where is Fake Medusa? I have been waiting for the ...Where is Fake Medusa? I have been waiting for the next episode :DUp FRom The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-16935516654187633822012-12-08T16:07:28.442-08:002012-12-08T16:07:28.442-08:00Bluebird opened the door a crack. She was wearing ...Bluebird opened the door a crack. She was wearing her classic blue hoodie, tied tightly at the chin, giving her a "retard at a football game in the cold" look. Rich forced the door open. She recognized him from Establishment B. That was a fucking bad move on her part.She left him no choice, the worthless cunt. Now, he would have to kill her.Up From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-24269826145131330962012-12-08T15:36:45.908-08:002012-12-08T15:36:45.908-08:00Rich needed to get moving. He was sitting in the c...Rich needed to get moving. He was sitting in the car in Bluebird's parking lot. He had his knife, her namesake, hanging from his belt loop. He was trying to strike a casual pose, as sweat ran down his face. Who was this bitch, anyway? Did she have an ounce of fucking self regard? He hated all the clap trap about self esteem on Dr Phil and that fat whore Oprah. But, for Bluebird, she needed all that and more. She needed deep, fucking therapy. Dr Rich, of the Deep Fucking Therapy Center, was making house calls. He rang her doorbell with a smile on his face and said hello.Up From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-70910337810100476572012-12-08T11:48:45.943-08:002012-12-08T11:48:45.943-08:00HavenDecember 7, 2012 6:48 PM
She "dissed&qu...HavenDecember 7, 2012 6:48 PM<br /><br />She "dissed" you? Seriously? It couldn't at all be that it's your perception of yourself that has been "dissed" and that she just needed something done?<br /><br />Have you considered that you "personalize" too much? That maybe, just maybe, people don't really care about you as a person and just need to get the job done? That your ego doesn't play into the big picture of their job? <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is what I mean.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-62659166932691869372012-12-08T11:46:56.595-08:002012-12-08T11:46:56.595-08:00HavenDecember 8, 2012 11:33 AM
You can elaborate ...HavenDecember 8, 2012 11:33 AM<br /><br />You can elaborate on your issues as much as you like, but refrain from your judgments on my problems. Thanks. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If you don't want me to elaborate on yours, which I won't, as I try to be respectful of people, maybe you could do the same for me, and not elaborate on mine, as you did last night.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-60314652873820606202012-12-08T11:33:02.006-08:002012-12-08T11:33:02.006-08:00You can elaborate on your issues as much as you li...You can elaborate on your issues as much as you like, but refrain from your judgments on my problems. Thanks. Havenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06219816721347558501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-58993723918979246212012-12-08T11:17:39.324-08:002012-12-08T11:17:39.324-08:00Thank you. I do trust, as God will always be with...Thank you. I do trust, as God will always be with me when/if people betray me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-63070322794720217802012-12-08T10:50:15.400-08:002012-12-08T10:50:15.400-08:00I have read some of your posts and aware that ther...I have read some of your posts and aware that there was a narcissist/sociopath in your life that hurt you? Most victims report their lack of trust for ANY relationship friend or lover. I commend you if you have overcome this extreme betrayal.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-80295278079645460752012-12-08T10:17:07.742-08:002012-12-08T10:17:07.742-08:00Oh, well, I have old ones that are good, with fami...Oh, well, I have old ones that are good, with family. I have old ones that are bad, with family. I have new ones that are good with friends. I have old ones that are good with friends. <br /><br /> I have a very open door policy with friends. Friends can come and stay as long as they want. When the time seems to be up, they move on, or I move on. I don't try to hold onto friends.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-29417312327749930782012-12-08T10:06:47.413-08:002012-12-08T10:06:47.413-08:00I correct the remark "there is no way you cou...I correct the remark "there is no way you could have healthy relationships."<br /><br />My question is have you closed the door on old relationships and started with new?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-38646685819243182852012-12-08T10:01:30.115-08:002012-12-08T10:01:30.115-08:00AnonymousDecember 8, 2012 9:57 AM
"I am fine...AnonymousDecember 8, 2012 9:57 AM<br /><br />"I am fine in my outer relationships."<br />How could this possibly be true with so much turmoil inside and not knowing yourself? So much of what you say is not true and is confusing.<br /><br />There is no way you could have healthy relationships.<br /><br /><br />I am not saying I have healthy relationships, per se, although I think I do, as I, generally, treat people as I would like to be treated. However, what I said was that my ISSUE is my inner self relating to my inner self, not my inner self relating to other people. That part does not really trouble me, but the other does.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-77729709409725036642012-12-08T09:57:38.739-08:002012-12-08T09:57:38.739-08:00"I am fine in my outer relationships."
H..."I am fine in my outer relationships."<br />How could this possibly be true with so much turmoil inside and not knowing yourself? So much of what you say is not true and is confusing. <br /><br />There is no way you could have healthy relationships.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-10952732894948777692012-12-08T08:43:48.087-08:002012-12-08T08:43:48.087-08:00Many, Many facets. :)Many, Many facets. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-44257610524916399912012-12-08T08:27:50.781-08:002012-12-08T08:27:50.781-08:00Meanwhile, Rich had two girlfriends, that stinking...Meanwhile, Rich had two girlfriends, that stinking, whore Bluebird and Miss America, complete with a fuck me tattoo on her neck.<br /><br /> Rich had the problem of getting the 2000 dollars, with which to go back to the dentist, but maybe Bluebird would come in handy to solve that problem, too. <br /><br />Today was looking up as Rich dressed in a blue hoodie and headed to Bluebird's apartment. No one was home all day Saturday and Saturday night, to boot. Rich was a lucky man, as things were looking dandy.Up From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-72825831192842821382012-12-08T08:08:22.743-08:002012-12-08T08:08:22.743-08:00Raven and Elicit spent Saturdays together, with Ra...Raven and Elicit spent Saturdays together, with Ravens daughters, if they were around. Elicit and Raven talked, laughed and shared secrets of harder days, but these seemed more and more in the past. <br /><br /> One day, Raven leaned over and kissed Elicit. Elicit kissed her back with a sensuous flicking of her tongue. A deal was sealed.They held hands and went up to Raven's bedroom, which was all fluffy and girly and not at all what you might expect when you met Raven. However, there were many facets to her, as a multifaceted, mirrored globe, that one may see hanging in a finely decorated house, in the foyer.<br /><br />Up From The Sofanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-28873283828374960462012-12-08T06:50:18.352-08:002012-12-08T06:50:18.352-08:00AnonymousDecember 8, 2012 6:25 AM
Why is it a &qu...AnonymousDecember 8, 2012 6:25 AM<br /><br />Why is it a "problem" to decide what emotions to show? <br /><br />The problem is not in what you show or don't. It is in knowing your own emotions and admitting them to yourself. This is the part that made me sick. I am fine in my outer relationships, but I am hidden to myself. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-42627257127751039892012-12-08T06:25:41.945-08:002012-12-08T06:25:41.945-08:00Why is it a "problem" to decide what emo...Why is it a "problem" to decide what emotions to show? Look if I want to get back together i will do what i have to do and show what i need to show, but if they're dead to me, relationship-wise, because of cheating?? All I need to decide is how I want to be remembered in case i bump into them in a professional setting. The the hurt, the anger, all of it can be expressed, just not in front of them. I've done it both ways. The purposeful shutting down is cleaner and way more satisfying with a narcissist who will masturbate to your emotions. <br /><br />I enjoy to keep them wondering if i gave a fuck at all. It feels a little nice to just imagine a bit that they feel cheated, too. They do not like it when you don't fight for them back. It's like they never existed. Id like them to feel sick to their stomachs too.<br /><br />Go ahead examine my thinking, Monica.<br /><br />Are you going to say I should let it out so i can forgive them ? I forgive way, way too easily as it is. I LIKE my anger. I dont want one more thing helping me back into the arms of someone giving me a fucking crumb when i have paid for the fucking pie. <br /><br />You think I sound like a trapped animal just spinning in my own head? i want you to say.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-9136833641515935662012-12-08T04:58:53.829-08:002012-12-08T04:58:53.829-08:00 I think bullying is the weakest form of cowardic... I think bullying is the weakest form of cowardice. I am nice and kind to people. However, if someone sees this as weakness and disrespects me, that person will get a cool side of me, not rude or mean, just cool. I will not go out of my way to help her when she makes mistakes etc. I will not try to hurt her or be a jerk to her. I just will go into a cool zone.<br /><br />The reason this is so big for me is that when you get abused at a young age, in such a demeaning way as I did, you lose your power. The abuse was made to take away your power and make you dependent on the abuse, from fear.<br /><br />I think I took my power back. I feel guilty and shaky about it, still, as I feel I have to punish myself for DARING to have my own power, but I did it and I feel really good, too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-68385068652947317512012-12-08T04:38:57.911-08:002012-12-08T04:38:57.911-08:00Haven
If you would me to give my opinion on your...Haven<br /><br /> If you would me to give my opinion on your statement to me and how this statement exemplifies the thinking that is your core problem, I will. I do not want to fight, though. I am wiling to have a discussion that I think can help both of us, if you want.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-33734781545885327722012-12-07T21:19:12.520-08:002012-12-07T21:19:12.520-08:00You're nothing like a sociopath, just aware of...You're nothing like a sociopath, just aware of the game. Havenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06219816721347558501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-44951512585547909922012-12-07T21:18:18.391-08:002012-12-07T21:18:18.391-08:00I'm cautiously intimate now. Tech Boy was the ...I'm cautiously intimate now. Tech Boy was the last person I was pretty intimate with and I never fully trusted him even from the get go so I can't say I really let loose. <br /><br />It entirely depends on the person and the relationship I have with them. There's no generalization really. <br /><br />However when someone hurts me (like cheating) I shut down towards them. I don't ever let them see my pain. Not ever. That's akin to giving them power and admitting a deeper felt shame and I won't give that to them. I've experienced this many times and I'm very familiar with it. <br /><br />That said, I'm pretty happy single now so I'm not really worried about it. I'm not look or trying to find a partner. Havenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06219816721347558501noreply@blogger.com