by OX4D » Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:59 am
What is it that makes you an Antisocial? I really don't know. I just don't feel like a human being - sometimes I do feel something but usually it's just blank. I do not want to be diagnosed with ASPD because it will hinder many career choices for me. As a child, if I didn't get my way I would literally fight my way into getting it including nearly killing my mother and brother. I didn't care much for anyone else other than they should leave me the hell alone. Don't get me wrong, I could be charming and cute, a bit shy but always positive when in the company of strangers, school teachers and doctors. My mother and brother knew that I was playing the false good girl thing in school and elsewhere. My mother always told me to keep up appearances for the public. So I did. I was violent, abusive and vicious toward my family for many years. I would see my mother cry and I would not feel anything. I didn't care. I still see her cry or talk to her on the phone when she's crying and I feel very annoyed that she is crying. I don't understand it. It's pointless to me.
Anyway, I went off to college and I realized that so much can be gained from a charismatic, charming and polite person. Devoted and loyal to friends, being there for them....etc....I do this to maintain an image. I'm simple . I want free food, drinks, admiration and so on. I don't want a relationship with anyone and have tried it once. Failed miserably and it just pissed me off that I didn't get anything out of it other than souring my reputation. I simply got annoyed that they wanted to be close and emotional. That's too much work for me. I hate that. Besides, I like to have sex with women who are either strangers or acquaintances. I don't like men because they expect, in the end, to get married and fall in love. Blah blah blah. In the lesbian world - relationships rarely last long and usually it's just random hookups.
Men and women alike think I'm a great catch. I'm highly attractive, intelligent, funny, bad ass and going places. Who wouldn't want to bring me home. If in the future I see a worthy individual, namely a large bank account, I will marry them. I will fake love to get that money. So far, that hasn't been a priority since I'm "leeching" off the parents. But one day, I may have to embark on learning how to imitate romantic love if it means money. I don't want to work to hard for money. I always find a way to get it, illegally at times. I want a job that allows me to have power. I love power more than anything else. Money brings lots of power and if I have a job that brings that as well, I'll be content. I like to dominate. In fact, I love it.
I have broken the law on many counts, many many times. But I have never been arrested. I know what to do in order not to get caught. The last time I was caught for wrongdoing, it is was due to sheer impulsiveness, I stole a magazine in 8th grade from another student. They saw me on the cameras. I played the "I'm so sorry, I won't do it again." I was so angry they wanted to press charges....for stupid magazine! From then on, I was far more careful. Committed burglary, vandalism, thievery, assault, battery, cruelty to animals and arson. Most of that had occurred in my teenage years. There are a few times where I nick a few things here and there for the thrill. I channel my urges through discussing it with my best friend who is quite like me. We keep each other in check because neither of us want to go to jail. He is the only one I really trust with all my secret desires and feelings (or lack thereof) because he is like me. Quite a rarity for two of the same issues to find one another. We often hunt deer and boar together to ease our frustrations and needs. It is legal and a fine free meal.
I try to smile at everyone and everything. Be witty and funny. I have garnered quite the following and group of friends who would do anything for me. I like having that power. LIttle do they know I don't care if a single one of them got hurt or died. I had a friend very recently was in the hospital for a few days. I naturally went to go see her, brought her food and stayed there for a few hours each day. I really didn't care about how sick she was or what hell was causing her pain. I secretly laughed at another friend who cried at her bedside. I thought it was foolish to cry over something that you cannot control. But appearances are everything. I was a good friend. When she got out, she continued to give me free drinks at her place of work, and made a Facebook update on how wonderful of a person I am for being there for her. She didn't realize that she was doing exactly what I wanted her to. Public displays of approval go a long way in getting someone to trust you.
How long have you been Antisocial for? Probably since birth. Had a extraordinary childhood. Got everything I ever wanted but it was never enough. It's never enough.
What do you think made you Antisocial in the first place? Genes mostly. My grandfather, his brother and his son are all suspected psychopaths. My brother is hands down a Narcissist. The commonality here is nurturing due to the family presence and the family's genes as well. Perfect combo package.
Which of the personality traits/behavoural characteristics are currently having the most impact on your life? Irresponsibility - have lots of debts that I got my father and mother to pay for.
Impulsiveness - spend money that's not mine, stealing on whim, recklessness in many things including sexual promiscuity.
Irritability - If I don't like something or something someone said even if it's a "close" or "best friend" I get very irritated at even the smallest of inconveniences. I want to rip their heads off just to shut them up. But I try to hide it to maintain that image. After all, these people are going to get me jobs, recommendations and "hook ups" to the places I want to be in a few years. I have hit a few snags to due the irresponsibility parts but I've always drummed up some excuse - appeal to their emotions and sympathy. It usual works wonders when I fail to do something.
I love it when someone is pitying me. I don't know why but I do. A few people have suspected I have this or traits of it but they can't believe it when I turn the charm on. A friend the other day heard my tone of voice and asked me if I was angry at him. I lied and said I was very tired. He believed it. He didn't know that I envisioned slamming his head into the brick wall for annoying me.
I don't know. The psychiatrist said I displayed some traits of ASPD but I never told her everything or the whole truth. She just stuck me on antidepressants which have made me far more empty feeling than anything but less impulsive to a degree. Maybe I'm just insane. Who knows. I just want it my way. It feels good to express this on here. What do you guys think? My curiosity is peaking now.....
You feel on edge, the hairs on your neck stand up on end and you feel the chill start from the bottom of your spine shutter up slowly. I'm your neighbour, friend, coworker, lover, child, parent, boss. I am no one. I am nothing but that feeling of suspicion or unease. And there are many out there exactly like me.