Watching American Psycho made me think. Made me think hard as I did with the Joker in The Dark Knight.
As I was watching Patrick Bateman ax the very drunk Paul Whats-his-Name in the face, a grin crept across my face. I was highly amused at this act of violence. I’m sure there are more people out there that would begin to smile at this point but then quickly catch themselves, looking from side to side at his/her friends making sure that no one else saw them.
I tried to pinpoint the reason for my amusement. And it then became painfully obvious. I was like this at one point at my life. Whenever someone angered me off I imagined them exploding, getting impaled, what have you, let your imagination run wild.
Before you start backing away from me, you left your phone in the car, oh, and that phone on the wall? I already cut the main line.
So guess what? You’re gonna have to sit here and read this
I imagine, if you opened up the 10 people most close to you-I just realized i shouldn’t be talking about “opening people up” in while talking about axes-But anyhow, if you LOOKED INTO THEIR MINDS, you’d be backing away from some of them as well, looking for the proverbial phone on the wall.
People know that people deal with emotions in sometimes ambiguous ways. Some people deal with it superficially, and quite simply in a confrontation, but some people run away and hide and they mentally die off (or perhaps they blow their own brains out). But me, and some other people, I just go off and imagine a (creative) end to my problem, and I’m fine after that, it wears off and no one’s ever to know the better unless I tell them.
Before you start running for the door, know that I have a conscience. It makes me feel bad and I listen to it from time to time. But for smaller things it doesn’t matter. For the longest time now I’ve been trying to catch a squirrel so I can play with it.
Most people who know me know me, know that I’m notorious for playing with things like insects and amphibians until they die.
Here comes the ant part. Everyone has a sociopath inside them, atleast, a partial one.
There is an explanation that states that the larger a particular living being is, and the more complex they are, and the more of an individual they are within their species, the more likely your conscience will assign the value of “F@&K, I PROBABLY SHOULDN’T KILL YOU, OR AT THE VERY LEAST DISCOMFORT YOU CUZ I’LL FEEL BAD”
For true, Serial Killer Grade Sociopathy, the individuality of a human does not have enough merit for their conscience.
I don’t think its a lack of conscience, but rather the programmed value in their brain is much too wrong. As you see, during the end of the book/movie, Patrick Bateman confesses and wants a way out.
By the time he’s killed 40 people or so, his conscience pooped out small amount of guilt, hence his confession.
For us people falling in the first standard deviation (66% of the population), most people won’t feel bad about killing an ant. You’ll see some of the kids out there taking their magnifying glasses and burning them instantly.
Can you even IMAGINE how that would be when if a giant magnifying glass came down on you, instantly broiling you to a cinder? I can and damn do I smell tasty.
But I know it aint happening so I don’t live no fear.
I’ve gotten creative with ants. I’ve made fire walls. I’ve stuck firecrackers in the dirt. I’ve poured acids and drano on them. As a kid I eletrocuted lizards and frogs, etc etc. I made games with the ants, I fed lizards to them, etc etc.
These things were my toys, to be dissassembled. I remember saying that growing up in the Phillipines, I was poor so I didn’t have many toys so I turned to insects as my playthings. I soon found it was much more enjoyable to play with things that were alive.
Its probaby why I don’t feel bad because its all a scientific experiment in my head. I’m suppose I can’t escape my mad scientist personality.
My limit to my fun stops at rodents, squirrels and undomesticated birds. After that I start to feel bad, and so on and so forth as I climb up my conscience ladder.
Strange (or not really) enough, you’ll find this behavior in people around you. Look around at hunters. They shoot things for sport. Killing things appeals to an innate thing inside your primitive brain. Why Kill things for just survival? Make It fun and addicting as well, and you’re even MORE GUARANTEED to survive. No one likes to do boring things.
One of best friends in high school told me, If was born in another century, in the right country warring, I’d be that big soldier that keeps coming back because for the love of fighting. For the Love of turmoil. You think I’m kinda crazy, but no.
Why was 300 commercially sucessful? Why are displays of “hyperviolence” so got-dang appealing? Its because we’re curious. Its a mirror image look at the very core of humanity. Sorry for the testosterone. I don’t mean to offend anyone with a vagina.
Fot some of us, violence is entertainment. As long as we’re not hurting anyone for real, that its all good. I beleive in that and beleive me, its something we should feed in moderation because without it, I think you’ll truly “go crazy”.
And for others, its an escape in their own head from their lack of effectively dealing with their emotions. I’ve been guilty of it, and I’m sure some of these people around me, even perhaps you are guilty of it.
As you’re running towards the door away from me, you get the nail gun and suddenly black out. You wake up and theres a nail in my head and the cops are not very happy to find my blood all over you.
In the end, yes, I do find certain people disgusting at times. Don’t worry, its not you because those certain people aren’t able to read this blog. And if they are able to, I’m sorry. For you.
HAHAHAHA JUST KIDDING. LOLZ.
Side Note. At the end of the movie, where the secretary is looking through her daily planners and finding drawings of decapitated women, sex, and whatnots.
It bear resemblance to my girlfriends drawings of lolis with their arms all cut off and legs missing or decapitated.
She gets off to that stuff(JUST KIDDING, LOVE YOU NIA) But she can’t deny the amputated legs and arms. CREEEEPY.
*cough*potcallingtheteakettleblack*cough*
Note to Self: I should probably keep chainsaws away from my girlfriend. Especially when’s she mad.
Actually, I should keep the chainsaws…away from all of you!
(Paranoia sets in)
Oh and something really cool!
What Characterizes a sociopath:
1. Do you often feel used by the person?
YES
2. Have you often felt that he (or she) doesn’t care about you?
YES
3. Does he lie and deceive you?
YES
4. Does he tend to make contradictory statements?
YES
5. Does he tend to take from you and not give back much?
YES
6. Does he often appeal to pity? Does he seem to try to make you feel sorry for him?
YES
7. Does he try to make you feel guilty?
YES
8. Do you sometimes feel he is taking advantage of your good nature?
YES
9. Does he seem easily bored and need constant stimulation?
YES
10. Does he use a lot of flattery? Does he interact with you in a way that makes you feel flattered even if he says nothing overtly complimentary?
NO
11. Does he make you feel worried? Does he do it obviously or more cleverly and sneakily?
yes and cleverly and sneakily
12. Does he give you the impression you owe him?
Yes
13. Does he chronically fail to take responsibility for harming others? Does he blame everyone and everything but himself?
Yes and Yes.
Sounds like my last relationship! ZING. lol, but i ain’t like that anymore, i promise. That was me almost..3 or 4 years ago. Now I’m a changed man. WHAT? WHY SO SRS?
But honestly, when I look at that list, I have all these tendencies. So, for example, when I feel like I’m using a person I try hard to make it fair and tell them. Back in that relationship I definitely took more from her than I gave back (if anything). I often appealed to pity, and made them feel sorry for me…
But most of these things I’ve changed, or if I catch myself doing them, I try to stop myself as much as possible cause my conscience is much stronger than it was back then, which I’m glad for.
But well yeh. That’s all. Tell me if you read it, sorry if it’s too long.