Psychopaths are evil. Apparently. Everyone else is angelic. Apparently. That’s what various articles I have read recently would have you believe. But in reality, I don’t think anybody is really that bad, or that good.
In fact, I believe you’re not real until you’ve dipped into deepest darkest desires… as evil as they are.
Firstly, what is a psychopath? It’s someone who is considered to put their own needs ahead of others. They may exploit, deceive, lie and downright attack others to reach their aims. They may be equally charming and charismatic in their approach. They may be hostile. Whatever gets results.
Criticise them as much as you can. But they are effective and ruthless in getting what they need and want.
Psychopaths (in these new agey articles) are often pitted in a battle again “empaths”. Empaths put the needs of others above their own. Often looking for validation in return for the favours they give. They may say they hate it. But on some root fundamental level it gives them a kick and a thrill. Thus you have co-dependant relationship. Women who stick to abusive men for years. People who stay in unpleasant workplaces for decades. It may be unpleasant and exploitative and just plain unhealthy. However on some level it feels familiar and safe so nothing changes. Even if it hurts.
I am psychopathic. I’m also very empathic. You are too to varying degrees.
We all use various amounts of cunning, skill and acting to manipulate people, information and situations to our best advantage. We tell people what they want to hear.
There’s a TV series I’m loving at the moment called The Night Manager. Hugh Lawrie plays the role of charming, cunning, evil weapons dealer Richard Roper. While Tom Hiddleston plays a hotel’s night manager, who is recruited by Britain’s Secret Service to infiltrate Roper’s operation and implode it from the inside.
The most interesting character is the night manager. At first he is ultra charming and perfect. But then as the plot thickens, he has to become a violent drug dealer.charming and nasty businessman and two, three or four-faced spy. It’s amazing because the subtext is: we’re all actors, we all become different characters depending on what we need from situations.
We’re all psychopathic.
If we lived in a world where we could freely express what we wanted without fear of judgement (in ourselves and others) – we wouldn’t really need these traits. But if we feel we can’t want what we want, or can’t be honest, or have to be loyal to someone. That’s where these traits come in. We have to adapt ourselves, be subversive and underhand in our methods.
So here’s me. I am an weird, offbeat emperor. I want to use that power to awaken people so they fill the world with marvelous creations. I’m an enabler, a connector of the dots. My idea of paradise is one where we can all communicate freely. One where we are all really seen and accepted to the bottom of our souls. One where our strangeness and weirdness is seen as an asset rather than something to be ashamed of. There is the space, energy and time to really see and hear each other. We also fill out time with play, mischievousness and laughter.
I shall spend my days writing, giving speeches and appreciating the wonders of the world. It will be in an old town or city. I will be brought many handsome men to debase. I love the feeling of domination, wrongness and absolute power. We shall live like the romans.
Grapes and cheese will be devoured in rooms with tall ceilings. There will be many men in my life as lovers, friends and acquaintances. I shall roam with the other kings – enjoying our nights of wine and debauchery. We will erect great statues monuments and building that celebrate our ideas and rule. We shall fund great artworks that stimulate the soul and unconscious. mind. We shall create great theaters where the untold stories of this world stir the spirit. Our language will evolve, as will the people – to live in this awesome age.
It will be an era of glory, plenty and fullness. Magnificent fresh fig tree will line the streets. Orange trees will be scattered too. We shall pluck them for our breakfasts. The birds shall sing. The river will flow. Weird and wacky contraptions will be invented by our citizens for our benefit. The sun will shine. Buskers will make every street a melodic maze. Accordions, pianos, saxophones, harmonicas will make the city a living thriving music box. Bicycles and our feet will take us through the city so we can absorb it in all it’s depth and texture. Smiles will abound. The food and wine will flow. The buildings will be masterpieces unto themselves. Great labyrinthine structures of turrets, spiral staircases and balconies. The roads will be quiet except for the hum of human activity and the birds.
Under the belly of this city. The servants and workers will live in dignity. They shall be given good housing, good food and plenty of time to enjoy the city they so dutifully serve.
And so that’s my evil plan. That’s the society I want to lie in. That’s who I am. And I will use any means necessary (within reason) to create or find that. It’s in my best interests and the best interests of the those I will lead.
What’s bothered me all my life is that I couldn’t share this. Nobody has that vision or imagination – bar two or three friends. The general vision of people’s lives in Britain are so small, sheltered and limited. Let’s build a cul-de-sac of semi-detached houses. Let’s build a supermarket where we sell plastic sausages. What sensible career do you want? What (socially acceptable) hobbies do you have?
So boring, so small. So bloody bland.
There’s no big questions of “what’s your vision of paradise”? Or who the hell are you really? Or what do you really want beyond what society told you to want?
Thus we become fragments. Flakes of realness buried underneath a heavy, bland facade of “normality”. And when you dare reveal anything real or weird – you get shut down or shunned.
Returning to the point. You’re not really yourself until you dwell in your psychopathicness, your evilness, your naughtiness. In that place you can have anything you want. You can imagine. You can be anything, anyone.
There’s nothing wrong with having ‘bad’ or evil thoughts. Nothing wrong with having power. Nothing wrong with wanting to give your power to someone else in exchange for their care. There’s nothing wrong with wanting abuse or wanting to take advantage of others.
It’s incredibly liberating to explore beyond the constraints of your current world.
You tap in to your essence, with this process. You get to your senses, your primal natural beastly desires.
Then and only then do you really find yourself… the strong, healthy unrestrained god or goddess that you are.