Gaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhh MK IV!

[Capt. Dirigible]

He's in the vets, with his eye sewn closed, being given antibiotics after a minor operation to encourage the regeneration of tissue

Aaaah..poor Kitty! My beloved Baldrick..Cog rest his soul...lost an eye through glaucoma..it kinda burst...and he had a cataract in the other so he was virtually blind for the last few years of his life. He still got about OK..just a bit slower. And as long as we didn't move the furniture about he used to avoid all obstacles.

[Birdnest]

I learned over the past weekend that tendonitis can lead to this thing called nerve cascade chain reaction where basically every muscle within reach of said swollen tendon goes berserk ... causing pain like having your arm torn off by an angry gorilla.
All of this resulted in absolutely NO sleep for three days - just screaming.

I've also discovered a new form of treatment used by Physical Therapists that is known as needling ... where they poke your screaming muscle knots with a needle and rummage about until the muscle lets go.  It actually works but hurts like hell during the process, then your arm feels like you've been swatted with an iron bar.  Right now I've got this this big piece of tape holding my arm to my shoulder along with two dozen little holes.

Did I mention that I don't take meds of any kind except an occasional asprin?  I don't have the patience for this crap.

At least new grand-daughter is light  

[Ulysses Reynolds]

Got to do my taxes in the next few weeks...thanks for the reminder.

My GAH is a bit darker.  I've been building a behavioral profile on somebody, largely to protect two people I care about a lot.  (figure keep one step ahead of any problems)  I received some new information tonight that once factored into the profile has me very worried at the picture I am painting.  Can't believe I shook the person's hand.   

Yeah the number of functional psychopaths/sociopaths just walking around is quite horrifying... I've certainly worked with a few, and even had one as a housemate for 9 months.

Walking example right here, we can be a disturbing lot, then again I'm not sure if I would fit under the term sociopath. Or if I simply display sociopathic tendencies. For example friends and family are off limits. But other than that, its fair game. I also do show empathy in certain situations.

My gah for today.  It's my mother's birthday.  Yet another reminder of our struggles.  We haven't spoken for over a month.  A year ago I began to plan to move out of the house (it was a very hostile environment and I was being treated worse than Cinderella).  I wanted to approach my folks with an actual plan, before I had one my brother's threw me under the bus to get themselves out of trouble by announcing that I was planning to move from New York City to Texas.  My folks not so politely, and with a lot of screaming and colorful phrases told me to get out.  I moved in with my grandparents and saved the money for my move.  My folks told everyone, including me, that it was my fault.  They also added that this was probably because of my new girlfriend, she was probably pregnant and we were probably having a shot gun wedding.  None of which is true.  I moved because I love it here in Texas, it's always been a dream of mine, I was born to live in the West, I was miserable in New York, my folks were making it worse, as were my friends.  Take your pick.  I had my reasons.  And, if one of them was to be with the girl I love is a crime, I'll plead guilty.  But I do not think that that is the worst thing in the world.  Especially not since I was planning this for months before the two of us even new each other existed.

Unfortunately time has not yet healed these wounds.  I moved from New York to Alpine Texas the week of October the 11th, 2011.  I visited New York for three weeks, from late December (before Christmas) until a week after the New Year.  I tried many times to see my mom and my 4 year old sister, who I love, and who, since she was born and until I was told to leave, has been like my own child. The entire three weeks my mother made it so that we couldn't see each other and then left all the blame on me.  It will probably be at least another 5 or 6 months before I get to see my sister again, if I even do.  I haven't even been able to hear her voice on the phone in well over a month.  I miss her so much, that not a day goes by where I don't cry over it.  I have no idea what to do anymore about it.

Believe me, I know that time heals all wounds.  About 6 months ago and for the first time in ten years I am speaking to my father.  For the first time in my life (I'm 22 years old) we're getting along.  My folks divorced when I was only 7.  And now I've been able to get to meet his four other children (they are 9, 7, 3, and 4 months old).  But that's not what hurts so much.  What hurts so much is sitting here each day knowing that I am missing her growing up.  That I am being robbed of time that can never be returned.  That my mother has seen what effects similar situations involving stupid family drama had had on me growing up and is having on me now and yet here I am cast in the middle of this show.  Always in the middle.

The thing is that I'll have nearly missed a year of my sister's life.  If I'm lucky and mom lets me see her this summer.  I guess to the same about mom.  My issues with my mother, and her husband, have been growing for the past nearly 7 years and finally they have erupted.  I am happy now, living where I do.  Life is so much happier.  But every day I get sick over the idea that that little girl is back in New York and I miss her so.  And more than that I know that she needs help in dealing with my folks (not that they are physically abusive, but life at best in their home is stressed.  On any given day you can cut the air with a knife).  And I can't help but fear that it wasn't right for me to run off and follow my dreams while abandoning my siblings.  I never knew that life could be so good and yet hurt so much at the same time.

GAH!

I would feel so much better if I could've seen her, my sister, over the break, given her a hug and her Christmas gifts and taken her to play at the park.  And maybe once a week or so here her little voice, which is growing so fast, on the phone.

The other piece of this, that really breaks my heart.  Is when I stop to think of the long list of people that my mother has cut out of her life because they were wrong, which includes her parents.  Despite my grandparents best efforts my folks haven't spoken to them, nor allowed them to see my sister since October.  Where and when does this end?  When we're old and decrepit and depressed about all we've wasted and lost?  It's all so trivial, and yet none of us can get along?  My question remains the same, why?  and also was it right for me to find my way and abandon the others?  Will they have the strength to find their way?  Is it my responsibility?


I'm not sure if anyone will have read this, if writing this makes any difference or not.  But somehow it feels good to get this out there.  I've written all of this as it flowed, just sort of out of me, as it felt appropriate.  Furthermore, in regards to mom, I've tried it all, it's been seven years and I've tried it all.  There is no reaching her.  She is not rational.  I only wish I could've grabbed my sister and taken her with me.  Thanks to anyone who does read this, I'm not quite sure why, but thank you all the same.

Buck up their buddy I'm sure it'll work out in the end. You'll get to see your sister again someday. Your mum, can't keep up this farce forever.

[Xenos]

Lots.  Mostly to do with customer service (at various places, not all one location) and how crappy it actually was.  Also my bank froze my account.  Because I bought a Nintendo Wii, and they think it was fraudulent.

Also my shoulder is killing me.  It really f***ing hurts, and even PERCOCET don't touch it.

[walkthebassline]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

My gah for today.  It's my mother's birthday.  Yet another reminder of our struggles.  We haven't spoken for over a month.  A year ago I began to plan to move out of the house (it was a very hostile environment and I was being treated worse than Cinderella).  I wanted to approach my folks with an actual plan, before I had one my brother's threw me under the bus to get themselves out of trouble by announcing that I was planning to move from New York City to Texas.  My folks not so politely, and with a lot of screaming and colorful phrases told me to get out.  I moved in with my grandparents and saved the money for my move.  My folks told everyone, including me, that it was my fault.  They also added that this was probably because of my new girlfriend, she was probably pregnant and we were probably having a shot gun wedding.  None of which is true.  I moved because I love it here in Texas, it's always been a dream of mine, I was born to live in the West, I was miserable in New York, my folks were making it worse, as were my friends.  Take your pick.  I had my reasons.  And, if one of them was to be with the girl I love is a crime, I'll plead guilty.  But I do not think that that is the worst thing in the world.  Especially not since I was planning this for months before the two of us even new each other existed.

Unfortunately time has not yet healed these wounds.  I moved from New York to Alpine Texas the week of October the 11th, 2011.  I visited New York for three weeks, from late December (before Christmas) until a week after the New Year.  I tried many times to see my mom and my 4 year old sister, who I love, and who, since she was born and until I was told to leave, has been like my own child. The entire three weeks my mother made it so that we couldn't see each other and then left all the blame on me.  It will probably be at least another 5 or 6 months before I get to see my sister again, if I even do.  I haven't even been able to hear her voice on the phone in well over a month.  I miss her so much, that not a day goes by where I don't cry over it.  I have no idea what to do anymore about it.

Believe me, I know that time heals all wounds.  About 6 months ago and for the first time in ten years I am speaking to my father.  For the first time in my life (I'm 22 years old) we're getting along.  My folks divorced when I was only 7.  And now I've been able to get to meet his four other children (they are 9, 7, 3, and 4 months old).  But that's not what hurts so much.  What hurts so much is sitting here each day knowing that I am missing her growing up.  That I am being robbed of time that can never be returned.  That my mother has seen what effects similar situations involving stupid family drama had had on me growing up and is having on me now and yet here I am cast in the middle of this show.  Always in the middle.

The thing is that I'll have nearly missed a year of my sister's life.  If I'm lucky and mom lets me see her this summer.  I guess to the same about mom.  My issues with my mother, and her husband, have been growing for the past nearly 7 years and finally they have erupted.  I am happy now, living where I do.  Life is so much happier.  But every day I get sick over the idea that that little girl is back in New York and I miss her so.  And more than that I know that she needs help in dealing with my folks (not that they are physically abusive, but life at best in their home is stressed.  On any given day you can cut the air with a knife).  And I can't help but fear that it wasn't right for me to run off and follow my dreams while abandoning my siblings.  I never knew that life could be so good and yet hurt so much at the same time.

GAH!

I would feel so much better if I could've seen her, my sister, over the break, given her a hug and her Christmas gifts and taken her to play at the park.  And maybe once a week or so here her little voice, which is growing so fast, on the phone.

The other piece of this, that really breaks my heart.  Is when I stop to think of the long list of people that my mother has cut out of her life because they were wrong, which includes her parents.  Despite my grandparents best efforts my folks haven't spoken to them, nor allowed them to see my sister since October.  Where and when does this end?  When we're old and decrepit and depressed about all we've wasted and lost?  It's all so trivial, and yet none of us can get along?  My question remains the same, why?  and also was it right for me to find my way and abandon the others?  Will they have the strength to find their way?  Is it my responsibility?


I'm not sure if anyone will have read this, if writing this makes any difference or not.  But somehow it feels good to get this out there.  I've written all of this as it flowed, just sort of out of me, as it felt appropriate.  Furthermore, in regards to mom, I've tried it all, it's been seven years and I've tried it all.  There is no reaching her.  She is not rational.  I only wish I could've grabbed my sister and taken her with me.  Thanks to anyone who does read this, I'm not quite sure why, but thank you all the same.

You have my prayers and my sympathy; I love my family dearly and I can't imagine being in your position. I wish there was more I could say or do, but at least know that others care.

[D.Oakes]

Got to do my taxes in the next few weeks...thanks for the reminder.

My GAH is a bit darker.  I've been building a behavioral profile on somebody, largely to protect two people I care about a lot.  (figure keep one step ahead of any problems)  I received some new information tonight that once factored into the profile has me very worried at the picture I am painting.  Can't believe I shook the person's hand.   

Yeah the number of functional psychopaths/sociopaths just walking around is quite horrifying... I've certainly worked with a few, and even had one as a housemate for 9 months.

Walking example right here, we can be a disturbing lot, then again I'm not sure if I would fit under the term sociopath. Or if I simply display sociopathic tendencies. For example friends and family are off limits. But other than that, its fair game. I also do show empathy in certain situations.

Worst part, family and friends were not off limits and there is absolutely NO empathy. 

I have some tendencies, mainly triggered by people like him, hence my obsessive digging and research. 

[LukeHogbin]

greatestescaper

Please stay safe. <3

What ifs prevent you from living. You spend all your time wondering if you had done something differently then maybe they would still be alive. You don’t have the energy to survive — your mind goes to that same dark place that theirs travelled through not so long ago. You realise exactly what they meant. That all the twisted, demented, unorthodox things make a lot of sense when you’re wandering those paths yourself. Life is darker. The things that once held meaning suddenly don’t make much sense at all. You get frustrated at the simplest tasks, cry for no reason, become bitter, shelter yourself from the world and soon the friends that were on your side trying to help you save the one you loved are all now trying to help you.

Not much of a gah, just going through my old blog posts and thinking, again, that I should just delete the lot. :/ I never write anything good.

[Lady Ava]

Not too Gahhhhhhh-y, but the stress is mounting for the market next month!

[greatestescaper]

Thank y'all for the support.  Sometimes it just feels real good to get that stuff out there.  And other times it doesn't.  That's been the hardest thing this week, everyone around me seems to be asking, more times than is usual, 'bout my sister and how they can't imagine what it's like and I just was feeling like I needed to explode.  Then I found this thread.  And it helped.  And to all the others on here with everything that's making them go "gah", even if you think it's insignificant compared to others, we all have our demons and we'll never truly know what it is to walk in another's shoes.  Even two brothers, close as ever who lose a mother will never understand completely each other's pain.  However, this support and joining together in the time of need, that's what counts.  And that's what heals.  I've come to learn that over the years.  So once again I thank y'all for the kind words and I also extend my own for those who need them.  I am proud to be a member of this community.  I am thankful for those who started it, those who continue it and for those who started a thread such as this one.

[DrArclight]

Minor gah compared to some, but I woke up to a ruptured water heater and a partially flooded kitchen.  Just when I'm about to get my tax return and hopefully have enough cash to buy a new point & shoot camera, now I have to buy a new water heater and do a bunch of plumbing plus damage repair to the cabinet that housed the water heater.  This is the second time this has happened in about 5 years.  I'm about half tempted to move the water heater out to the building my hot tub is in and run lines to the house.  The water heater doesn't belong in the UPPER HALF of a freaking pantry anyway, but that's what you get in a old house that had indoor plumbing retrofitted long after it was built.

[Xenos]

Ok, so.  Couple days ago, I upgraded to GLORIOUS HDTV.  It is beautiful.  It is wonderful.  It is...  GLORIOUS.

Last NIGHT, it developed a dead pixel.  Today, it has a total of four.  All in a nice little arrow shaped group.

I paid good money for this TV.  This is not cricket.

NOW, I get to go BACK to hhgregg, and wage war with their customer service department (who has thus far given me nothing but heartache).

Also, they're nearly an hour away.

[Nuaie]

A picky little one and maybe a bit odd, but having seen the kinds of magical places humans can draw out of their own minds, it depresses me that we're stuck in reality, this one especially.

[James Harrison]

Every single bl-dy time I go to London, the trains decide to play silly b-ggers.  Last time, I got down there, then the tracks caught fire.  This time... I hadn't even caught the train and it was cancelled because an engine came off the rails... cue having to spend an extra hour and a half, all told, taking the 'scenic' route via Marylebone rather than Euston.  At least it gave me the opportunity to do a bit more on the ground research for my long-planned-never-built model of that station...

[greatestescaper]

Ok, so.  Couple days ago, I upgraded to GLORIOUS HDTV.  It is beautiful.  It is wonderful.  It is...  GLORIOUS.

Last NIGHT, it developed a dead pixel.  Today, it has a total of four.  All in a nice little arrow shaped group.

I paid good money for this TV.  This is not cricket.

NOW, I get to go BACK to hhgregg, and wage war with their customer service department (who has thus far given me nothing but heartache).

Also, they're nearly an hour away.

I feel your pain, in just under three years our brand new tv died.  Just died.  We called in and finally got the company to look at it, luckily it was under warranty but the tech actually told us he could not believe it lasted this long.  Wait, what was that.  There are tube tv's owned by various family members that are older than I am, I'm talking 25 years or so and they work fine.  The picture ain't hd, but the tv works.  Now you're saying that every 2 to 4 years I have to buy a new one?  What the hell is this crap?  There is seriously something wrong with companies today, and consumers too, because I cannot understand paying all that money every year, for the new tv this year, the new washer and dryer next year, the fridge, etc...It is criminal.  Though I won't ever be buying a washer and dryer again, my girlfriend and I recently bought a galvanized tub and washboard and there is a line in the yard.

[Evelyn Adler]

My GAH!: big, boisterous boycat plays a bit to rough for the girlcat- he doesn't use claws, or bite to break skin, but it's too much for her; so, last saturday, she hissed and turned around and swiped him across the face, claws out, neatly bisecting the lens of his left eye.

He's in the vets, with his eye sewn closed, being given antibiotics after a minor operation to encourage the regeneration of tissue.

Poor kitty!

That sounds awfully familiar. Until last year I had three cats. Originally two - Leon was is a big teddy bear, but always playing a bit rough and Lotti is a little princess and doesn't like rough at all. So on the rare occasions she actually hit back, she was so upset, that she really meant to hurt him. I figure, something like that may have happened with your cats too.
It got drastically better, when I got the third cat, Linus, who is a little red monster.   He could wrestle with Leon and cuddle with Lotti and everyone was happy. Except my books, handbags etc. But that is another story...

I hope your cat gets better soon!

[Evelyn Adler]

Yeah the number of functional psychopaths/sociopaths just walking around is quite horrifying... I've certainly worked with a few, and even had one as a housemate for 9 months.

Interesting. Today I had a moment when the phrase "high-functioning sociopath" came to mind... a "Sherlock" moment (as in the BBC Sherlock). A lot of food for thought.

Today was my second day at my new workplace. So, a lot of new things are explained to me. And today, during one of these explanations, I had some kind of epiphany. All of a sudden I realized, that, I actually had to sit on my hands and concentrate on keeping my mouth shut because otherwise I'd just blurt out, Sherlock-like, that in fact I'm already three to four steps ahead of the explanation AND have figured out where the flaws in the process are! And that is not the first time something like that happens to me.
Only I never had anything I could relate it to before - but yes, I think if I'd really say what I think in those moments, I'd come across just as charming dear Sherlock in the BBC series. And I have no Watson to smooth the waters again... 

Gladly this seems to be restricted to just very few aspects of my life, otherwise I'd probably go bonkers! And I know when to keep my mouth shut, hopefully.

But it's still strange.

[citizen_erased]

Yeah the number of functional psychopaths/sociopaths just walking around is quite horrifying... I've certainly worked with a few, and even had one as a housemate for 9 months.

Interesting. Today I had a moment when the phrase "high-functioning sociopath" came to mind... a "Sherlock" moment (as in the BBC Sherlock). A lot of food for thought.

Today was my second day at my new workplace. So, a lot of new things are explained to me. And today, during one of these explanations, I had some kind of epiphany. All of a sudden I realized, that, I actually had to sit on my hands and concentrate on keeping my mouth shut because otherwise I'd just blurt out, Sherlock-like, that in fact I'm already three to four steps ahead of the explanation AND have figured out where the flaws in the process are! And that is not the first time something like that happens to me.
Only I never had anything I could relate it to before - but yes, I think if I'd really say what I think in those moments, I'd come across just as charming dear Sherlock in the BBC series. And I have no Watson to smooth the waters again... 

Gladly this seems to be restricted to just very few aspects of my life, otherwise I'd probably go bonkers! And I know when to keep my mouth shut, hopefully.

But it's still strange.

Wait, it`s not actually normal to be ahead of explanations? :/

My current gahs include insomnia, teachers, school, and my internship. There`s really too much going on, I`m kind of taking the weekend away from everything school/internship-related and I`m sort of hoping things will somehow have magically been resolved by the time I get back to Maastricht. I highly doubt it, I`ll probably have to fix everything myself again anyway as I can`t exactly rely on my teachers or anything, but okay.

A very weird gah, Sherlock-related, is that I can`t seem to figure out what that "clue" is that Moffat keeps talking about, and thus can`t figure out any theories as to how Sherlock did that at the end of series 2. Like, who`s involved, how did he do it. I have several half-finished theories going around in my head but ugh, I just can`t piece it all together somehow. I`ll probably actually be drawing things out in schedules by next week, out of sheer frustration XD   (I can get near obsessed with things like this, so I`m guessing this will plague me for quite a while until I either have a satisfying theory or have just given up and am waiting for season 3. Unless something new pops up somewhere.)

Also, I`m feeling kind of stupid here, because I don`t really know what a sociopath is. Internet likes to give me several different answers, of which some I don`t actually understand, and it`s annoying me. I`m used to understanding most things to a certain degree, especially at school, and not knowing or understanding something is a relatively strange concept but it`s been happening more lately and it`s frustrating me.

Time to educate myself, I guess.

[Siliconous Skumins]

A very weird gah, Sherlock-related, is that I can`t seem to figure out what that "clue" is that Moffat keeps talking about, and thus can`t figure out any theories as to how Sherlock did that at the end of series 2. Like, who`s involved, how did he do it. I have several half-finished theories going around in my head but ugh, I just can`t piece it all together somehow. I`ll probably actually be drawing things out in schedules by next week, out of sheer frustration XD   (I can get near obsessed with things like this, so I`m guessing this will plague me for quite a while until I either have a satisfying theory or have just given up and am waiting for season 3. Unless something new pops up somewhere.)

Also, I`m feeling kind of stupid here, because I don`t really know what a sociopath is. Internet likes to give me several different answers, of which some I don`t actually understand, and it`s annoying me. I`m used to understanding most things to a certain degree, especially at school, and not knowing or understanding something is a relatively strange concept but it`s been happening more lately and it`s frustrating me.

Time to educate myself, I guess.

I think I know how Sherlock did it, or at least the general idea. A few facts to consider: Sherlock chose the meeting place, and the person he asked for help. The cyclist is not a coincidence. Watson cannot see the base of the building. There is a scene where a marking can be seen on the pavement, and a truck that appears to be carrying linen or bags in the back. It is not what it may seem.



And as for what a sociopath is, lets just say you wouldn't want to annoy someone like that. Generally it is used to describe a person with poor impulse control, lack of emotion (specifically empathy), and usually a self serving, risk taking nature. However the definition is a little vague, and there are many shades between the black and white description. A sociopath can have some emotion, although generally it's weak and fleeting. Anger however is usually present, and can be a strong driving force, though they generally have relatively normal temperaments. When a sociopath does experience emotion it can be VERY strong to them, even overwhelming. The hunt for that emotion can be almost likened to a drug addict chasing the next fix. They do not see their traits, and they do not acknowledge a problem exists. This emotion seeking is usually at the cost of others, they often seek the weak who are easy prey. Prolific and convincing lying is common.

A "Higher functioning" sociopath is generally someone who can function apparently normally in society, but can seem very blunt and cold blooded to others at times. They generally are aware of their traits, although they may not acknowledge it, but they are able to control it, suppress it and may even appear outwardly very normal, even charming. They are able to mimic the appropriate responce of emotion, even though they may not actually feel it, at the correct times. To some degree they can even convince themselves that they do feel the emotion, however weakly it may be present. They are not *always* a dangerous person to know, but they are hard to detect from the truly dangerous. They can also have the ability to control others, and influence others actions without them realizing it.

Sociopathy can be affected by a number of factors (child hood, abuse, social, and extremely low or extremely high intelligence). It is generally argued about whether psychopathy and sociopathy are different or the same, and generally there is little distinction between the two. Both seem to have genetic predisposition and environmental factors at the root cause.


I know where I stand.

SS

[elShoggotho]

Bills, bills, bills! It's heaping. I have to sell the welding rig to pay them!

[rovingjack]

Yeah the number of functional psychopaths/sociopaths just walking around is quite horrifying... I've certainly worked with a few, and even had one as a housemate for 9 months.

Interesting. Today I had a moment when the phrase "high-functioning sociopath" came to mind... a "Sherlock" moment (as in the BBC Sherlock). A lot of food for thought.

Today was my second day at my new workplace. So, a lot of new things are explained to me. And today, during one of these explanations, I had some kind of epiphany. All of a sudden I realized, that, I actually had to sit on my hands and concentrate on keeping my mouth shut because otherwise I'd just blurt out, Sherlock-like, that in fact I'm already three to four steps ahead of the explanation AND have figured out where the flaws in the process are! And that is not the first time something like that happens to me.
Only I never had anything I could relate it to before - but yes, I think if I'd really say what I think in those moments, I'd come across just as charming dear Sherlock in the BBC series. And I have no Watson to smooth the waters again... 

Gladly this seems to be restricted to just very few aspects of my life, otherwise I'd probably go bonkers! And I know when to keep my mouth shut, hopefully.

But it's still strange.

I have a related problem with people who train me for jobs and sometimes in social situations. They'll ask a question about something, and I'll give an answer they were not expecting and that points out a vulnerability they hadn't thought about, then they tell me the answer they were expecting and I'm caught off guard by things that the general populace need to be told but the common barn yard animal is too bright to do.

yesterday they had me go out and get shopping carts out of the parking lot (grumble grumble, don't get me started on the topic of the lazy...) and I write on the time sheet my name and time out into the parking lot. When I get back in one of the managers chews me out for doing that on the sheet. I'm only supposed to put my name on when I come back in.

I held my tounge for him and had a quiet aside with a floor manager. "Doesn't it make more sense to have a louge of who went out and how long ago in case somebody is hit by a car, or assaulted or god forbid one of the ladies disappears while out getting carts? I mean if we gather no data until after they are back in, what do we have for info if they don't come back in?"

She sushed me as if I was using vulgar language, but admitted that those were good questions... and let the subject drop.

Yeah the number of functional psychopaths/sociopaths just walking around is quite horrifying... I've certainly worked with a few, and even had one as a housemate for 9 months.

Interesting. Today I had a moment when the phrase "high-functioning sociopath" came to mind... a "Sherlock" moment (as in the BBC Sherlock). A lot of food for thought.

Today was my second day at my new workplace. So, a lot of new things are explained to me. And today, during one of these explanations, I had some kind of epiphany. All of a sudden I realized, that, I actually had to sit on my hands and concentrate on keeping my mouth shut because otherwise I'd just blurt out, Sherlock-like, that in fact I'm already three to four steps ahead of the explanation AND have figured out where the flaws in the process are! And that is not the first time something like that happens to me.
Only I never had anything I could relate it to before - but yes, I think if I'd really say what I think in those moments, I'd come across just as charming dear Sherlock in the BBC series. And I have no Watson to smooth the waters again... 

Gladly this seems to be restricted to just very few aspects of my life, otherwise I'd probably go bonkers! And I know when to keep my mouth shut, hopefully.

But it's still strange.

Also, I`m feeling kind of stupid here, because I don`t really know what a sociopath is. Internet likes to give me several different answers, of which some I don`t actually understand, and it`s annoying me. I`m used to understanding most things to a certain degree, especially at school, and not knowing or understanding something is a relatively strange concept but it`s been happening more lately and it`s frustrating me.

Time to educate myself, I guess.

A sociopath usually is a term that can be applied to a person who does things to other living things simply because he can. The distinction I've heard most often between sociopath and psychopath is that a psychopath doesn't know right from wrong, a sociopath doesn't care about what is right or wrong.

A psychopath might feel entitled to go first in a game of croquet and scream and yell and throw things when they feel denied that right. A sociopath is somebody who waits until you down lining up your second to last shot and drops a croquet ball from a meter up on the base of your skull to see what it does.

Sociopaths can be overt or subtle. Physically abusing people because they have the power (physical, or otherwise) and simply because that's what they want to do. The don't care if it's illegal, or immoral, though they usually know if it isn't, they'll keep doing it until something forces them to stop. The subtle kind prefer manipulating people like peices for selfserving purposes or to see what will happen without reguard for the lives they destroy. They don't delude themselves into thinking they are right or that it's for a just cause, they don't care about that.

[psn1der]

Had a dental procedure done with local anesthetic and I didn't get numb until they were about through (ouch), but did get overly emotional and started bawling like a baby.

"What's wrong?"  "Nothing"  "Then why are you crying?"  "I don't know."

Evidently anesthetic loosened some vice-like grip I have on my emotions and turned me into a neurotically anxious person.  I've read that can happen, but it made me feel stupid.  Me  but with more tears.

[James Harrison]

Bills, bills, bills!

[Mr Blackadder] I sometimes feel like a pelican: whichever way I turn, I've still got an enormous bill in front of me [/Mr Blackadder]

[Ulysses Reynolds]

A sociopath usually is a term that can be applied to a person who does things to other living things simply because he can. The distinction I've heard most often between sociopath and psychopath is that a psychopath doesn't know right from wrong, a sociopath doesn't care about what is right or wrong.

A psychopath might feel entitled to go first in a game of croquet and scream and yell and throw things when they feel denied that right. A sociopath is somebody who waits until you down lining up your second to last shot and drops a croquet ball from a meter up on the base of your skull to see what it does.

Sociopaths can be overt or subtle. Physically abusing people because they have the power (physical, or otherwise) and simply because that's what they want to do. The don't care if it's illegal, or immoral, though they usually know if it isn't, they'll keep doing it until something forces them to stop. The subtle kind prefer manipulating people like peices for selfserving purposes or to see what will happen without reguard for the lives they destroy. They don't delude themselves into thinking they are right or that it's for a just cause, they don't care about that.

Well looks like I'm the subtle kind, honestly I've been playing mind games and manipulating my classmates into situations for months and they still haven't realised it. It really is quite funny to watch the aftermath, after it all goes down.

[citizen_erased]

A sociopath usually is a term that can be applied to a person who does things to other living things simply because he can. The distinction I've heard most often between sociopath and psychopath is that a psychopath doesn't know right from wrong, a sociopath doesn't care about what is right or wrong.

A psychopath might feel entitled to go first in a game of croquet and scream and yell and throw things when they feel denied that right. A sociopath is somebody who waits until you down lining up your second to last shot and drops a croquet ball from a meter up on the base of your skull to see what it does.

Sociopaths can be overt or subtle. Physically abusing people because they have the power (physical, or otherwise) and simply because that's what they want to do. The don't care if it's illegal, or immoral, though they usually know if it isn't, they'll keep doing it until something forces them to stop. The subtle kind prefer manipulating people like peices for selfserving purposes or to see what will happen without reguard for the lives they destroy. They don't delude themselves into thinking they are right or that it's for a just cause, they don't care about that.

Well looks like I'm the subtle kind, honestly I've been playing mind games and manipulating my classmates into situations for months and they still haven't realised it. It really is quite funny to watch the aftermath, after it all goes down.

Same here. I often manage to convince people into doing what I want them to do, up to a point where I either have full control, or don`t have to do anything. I haven`t really used this for a "let`s see what happens" type of situation, but I might still soon. No wait, I am doing that. I`m trying to get a teacher fired after all. Currently setting everyone up against her, which is not very difficult to do (she`s managing that largely on her own, I`m just helping out a bit).

I`m feeling more and more like I might at least have several sociopath traits/tendencies. But then, I suppose most people have traits of at least one, if not several, "disorders", so I`m not all too worried about it XD

Siliconous Skumins: Sending you a pm, if you don`t mind =)    I`d love to know more about your Sherlock theory.

[Ulysses Reynolds]

Perchance should we start a thread to discuss sociopathy, instead of filling up the gah thread with our ramblings.