I’m on page 37 of my book, "The Sociopath Next Door". It makes me think of my mother and other people I have had…. and I use this word loosely, loving relationships with. A sociopath has no conscience and apparently 4% of us are sociopaths according to my book. There are of course the sociopaths from movies that we can all recognize; but there are those who may have been an ex-lover who was just so cold, a mother so callous, a boss so cruel, a person that can steal, hurt and lie without any guilt at all. I think we have all met a few. I will now be looking a bit more closely at each person I meet to determine if they are indeed a sociopath, thanks to my handy checklist that I will keep in my purse at all times.
I read a lot, mostly books about the human mind, health, spirituality because it amuses me and memoirs which are my favorite genre. There have been only a handful of fictional books that weren’t read to my children that I have enjoyed. My husband is a total fiction freak; aliens, zombies, demon hunting cowboys, the further out there the better. A few years ago he began to read the Twilight series. I made fun of him, saying that he and all the other 13 year old girls kept copies covered in smoochy cherry glittered lipgloss lips on the cover in their book bags. But then, after much coercion from him and all my 30 something friends, I read all 4 books. They weren’t so bad, not good enough to convert me into reading more sci-fi though.
I like to learn through my books. I read memoirs by the likes of Augusten Burroughs, Jeanette Walls, Mary Karr, David Sedaris, Diablo Cody, Corrie ten Boom, Slyvia Plath, Lily Burana and my favorite book of all time is Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt. I’ve read it no less than six times. I read these so I will know what to do if I’m ever in a situation where I must live with my crazy therapist and his family, I'm a peep show entertainer, I am hiding a Jewish family in my attic or I am reborn as a poor Irish boy. I do not feel that I would ever have to use a laser blaster against evil toad people on planet ZupidyDooWha, stake a vampire or stab an undead corpse in the brain with a screwdriver in a zombie apocalypse, so I don’t read those books that my husband enjoys so much. I have told him, if this were to happen…this zombie apocalypse, I would simply have a mimosa and a bullet for breakfast because I already have an issue with anxiety and adding zombies to this would not be ideal therefore would put just too much stress on our marriage.
So as we end our day, all tucked into the covers of our bed, I continue to read my book about how to recognize a sociopath and he reads about zombies taking over the world. I shall protect him from sociopaths and he will protect me from zombies. We make a good team.