Someone recently told me that everything I do is so calculated that it seems like I am an intelligent machine programmed to win favor from all my peers/authority figures.
Oh, how true it is.
I live life like it's a science. I have no feelings -- only thoughts. When I do feel -- a rare occurrence -- I am scared because the notion of feeling strongly about anything except my own immediate gratification is foreign, an intruder, and something I cannot handle.
Being cold and calculating is something I adore about myself; at the same time, it can be lonely, dysphoric, and actually really, really depressing. But when I feel down, I can be immediately re-energized by a smile from a pretty girl, or from a swift compliment made by a professor. . . or by someone I do not even know.
My affect is shallow, my presentation impeccable, my hopes and dreams "superficial". I want the worst for you -- it makes me feel better. I like when tragedies happen because it is exciting. If a family member dies, my primary concern is what suit I will wear to the funeral.
I do care about others in my own way, but, no matter what, my needs come first always.





