When I was younger I had this idea that I might have been a sociopath. Not like today, where I joke about being a psycho because of my cronic weirdness, but genuinely, honestly, definitely thoughtful of my own maybe-sociopathy. This, because of an inherent worry that I didn't care about my friends and family enough.
That worry disappeared as I got older (and wiser) though. Somewhere along the line of growing up you realize how normal, boring and human you are; especially when you go away for a week and start bawling at the thought of not being able to see and talk to your best friend, neighbour's cat, dad, mom, brother, plant, whatever, etc..
This is all silly, of course. But it does show how extremely over-analyzing I can be.
People around me should be aware. I over-analyze the shit out of people all the time. This is why I --for YEARS-- wanted to be a shrink. I thought that was my one true fate. I thought I was BORN to be a smart-ass , with heavy dark brown decor and all.
Funny enough, the people who veered me off the path of psychology were all actual sociopaths.
But that's a story for another time!
WHY am I bringing this up? (Real question: does it matter? Hm)
I googled the difference between a "psychopath" and a "sociopath", and apparently there is no REAL difference between the two, according to dictionaries. There are, though, "debates" about the small differences between them.
I was shocked to hear this. Shocked!
Somehow, the thought of being a sociopath was ok,
but if there's one thing I'm not; it's a full fledged psycho.
I just kind of feel like I want to go back in time and tell myself to google stuff properly.
This post is over.