The sociopath is the epitome of the village idiot

Sociopaths lack self-identity, which is why we will always outshine them, and they will forever remain delusional.

Sociopaths spend so much time mirroring victims in order to gain friendships [term used loosely], business associates, and intimate partners that they have zero sense of self.

Can you detect the REAL person in the following?

Two years ago, the sociopath suddenly declared he was an expert on architecture to be with HER. Then, a few months later, the sociopath declared architecture sucked and claimed he loved living in tents in order to be with a different HER. Just a little more than a year later, the sociopath faked being interested in saving stray animals to impress and be with a new HER. And today, after years of claiming America sucks, the sociopath is now wearing the mask of a flag-waving, pro-military, patriot out to fool a new HER along with HER community of friends.

With all of these growing and ever-changing interests depending on the person, group, or community the sociopath covets in the moment, one would think the sociopath was a regular renaissance man, huh? A genius! A brilliant intellect!

But nothing could be further from the truth, because feigning interest and talking shit about shit does not a genius make.

A genius is a person who knows who he is, why he is that way, and how to take what he is to become a more aware version of himself…and then freely share his knowledge and learnings with the rest of the world.

Nope. That is not a sociopath. Whatever the opposite of genius is, is what the sociopath is.

Could that be the village idiot? I think so.

As a result of having zero sense of self, sociopaths are not capable of introspection, because one must have a fundamental understanding and awareness of who they are before being able to go deeper to discover “why” they are who they are.

Furthermore, if one can’t answer the “why” of who they are, one certainly can’t begin to fathom the idea of changing, growing, and transforming.

And I don’t mean material change and transformation like getting a raise, having a baby, losing weight, building muscle, getting a haircut, or dressing in the newest fad. That’s not change. That’s more mask building and maintenance.

I mean real core changes, like believing in something you never believed in before…like God or fairies or spirits or energy…things not tangible or easily proven. I mean being so completely aware of oneself and one’s abilities that intuition and creativity alone could guide you to peace and happiness.

But we aren’t here to discuss ourselves at the moment. We are discussing the village idiot. So let’s get back to him, shall we?

It’s rather sad if we let ourselves think too much about the sociopath’s true nature and his lack of identity and self-awareness. It’s really very sad to me.

And because the sociopath lacks self-awareness and an ability to be introspective, the sociopath avoids, at all cost, any situation that could force him to reveal to the rest of us his lack of self-awareness.

(How tasteless THAT would be…to be humble and admit to being the village idiot. The sociopath can’t do that to himself, can he? Pfft!)

And it’s because of this fear, this fear of being discovered for the fool he really is that the sociopath perpetually projects, blames, and shames everyone in the room except himself.

And the sociopath keeps getting away with it because the rest of us are just too nice!

Instead of asking the sociopath directly why he/she is such an asshole for projecting all the blame on us, we think we’re the assholes who provoked the sociopath to talk to us and treat us THAT way in the first place.

So we spend all of our time in introspection attempting to determine why we were so cruel to push someone to the point of being nasty to us, which, we think, will explain and help justify why a person who claims to be our best bud or soul mate would blame and shame us for everything.

And as long as we remain falsely focused on ourselves and unable to answer those questions with certainty, the sociopath is free to remain shallow, materialistic and in complete control.

(Crazy and ironic cycle, huh!?)

But there is an amazing pay off, because the amount of time we spend in introspection asking ourselves all the hard questions about our actions and motives is equal to the amount of time the sociopath spends being a shallow, empty, insecure, delusional fool who tricks himself into thinking he’s superior.

WE change and grow and the sociopath remains a fool.

Hmmmm? This explains why, once we realize the sociopath is a sociopath and begin asking the sociopath direct questions, the sociopath suddenly rages or retreats and finally shuts his pie hole for change.

We could ask something very simple like, “Why do you always disagree with him knowing it hurts his feelings as your friend?”

Or

“Why would you say that about my sister? You only met her once. And please don’t even talk about my son’s father like that. You’ve never even met him.”

Or

“Why do you feel the need to text me repeatedly throughout the day? You know I’m working. It makes no sense.”

These questions elicit lots of rage or lots of silence, because extremes are what the sociopath knows, and extremes are very effective at keeping us confused and wondering.

But there is really NOTHING to wonder about when it comes to dealing with a sociopath. The answer to all of the questions we ask are always the same. And that answer is:

“Because I don’t care.”

BINGO!! The sociopath hurts, harms, storms through life doing as he damn well pleases because the sociopath doesn’t give a shit. Not about you or her or me or being patriotic or saving animals or reading that book or believing in that cause.

Above all, the sociopath doesn’t even care about himself or about knowing who he is inside.

But the sociopath will never admit to this. NEVER! Instead, the sociopath will continue prancing around like a delusional jackass who thinks he’s superior and deserving of everything that is given to him.

But one day what is handed to the sociopath will smell like a steaming pile of stinky Karma. There is no doubt about that…at least no doubt in my mind. And that day is fast-approaching. 🙂

Namaste!
~Paula