The Real Sociopaths.

Aishwarya Ganji
Sep 5, 2018 · 2 min read

An analysis of the archetype ‘Sociopath’ by the person-I-used-to-be-in-2017. The most alarming part about this write up is the number of people that DM’ed me to ask if I was writing about them.

The so-called “nice” people are the real sociopaths. The ones that flatter incessantly. The ones that text you first all the time but aren’t ever bothered when you don’t reciprocate their “enthusiasm.” All the ones that make overtly exaggerated professions of love under the garb of romanticism. They’re the real sociopaths. The ones that are persistent. But never imposing or desperate. These people are loved by the elderly and the young. And all types of the elderly, might I add. They are charismatic and exude an air of confidence. Their façade is intact at all times. They make sure you know just how important you are, all the time. When you are in conflict or doubt, they don’t provide reason or logic or perspective, but simply reassurance and comfort. You feel both safe and vulnerable around them. They are a good thing in your life, you think. They’re the beacon of hope, the light at the end of the tunnel, the person you call at 3 am. They listen to you at 3 am. You ask them if they were sleeping and if you are bothering them. They say that you aren’t. “Ofcourse not” is the answer. They never seem to be getting any rest. Ever. They don’t call you out on your bullshit. Ever. They never yell back. They smile when you’re throwing a fit and hug you when you’re done throwing that fit. They always have good things to say about you to their “friends.” The people that they do choose to associate themselves with feel lucky and honored by their mere presence. They say all the right things. They do all the right things. They have no insecurities. No pet peeves. Nothing irks them. They’re cool, calm and collected and you admire that. You want some of that indifference that makes them intriguing to rub off on you. You want their conviction to rub off on you. They’re not apathetic. Not at all. They are overwhelmed quite easily actually. By the littlest, most trivial, most insignificant, irrelevant subtleties of the world. You are in awe of them. You want to get close to them. Sneak a peek into their soul, their mind. Probe. Try to join the dots and figure them out. They smile at you. Never patronizing. They know something you don’t know. You wonder what. When you ask them questions, they have the most beautifully vague answers. Their neither this or that. They aren’t who they were yesterday or the day before and will not be who they are today, tomorrow or the day after. They are no body and everybody. They are the real sociopaths.

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