I walked outside this morning onto the patio, and realized it was still raining. A fine mist you couldn’t see. It is cooler, but it felt good. Like the rain was kissing my cheeks.
I have a mourning dove out there now. When you open the patio door and it gets startled, you can hear the thwap-thwap of its big wings slowly flap until it’s airborne.
The are such pretty birds, I think. Bobbing as they walk. Somewhat ungainly in appearance and bearing. They’ve always been one of my favorites. And I feel so privileged to have one come visit me.
I’ve been reading a lot at night. The dogs settle in around me, and I read for hours, lost in the plot of a novel. My current one has had me thinking about the power of our minds. How sometimes it puts us in a cell of our own making.
No matter that the door is wide open, sometimes we stand there still, unable to take a step toward the door. Glued to the floor because in our imaginations, that door will always be closed and locked.
Yet some people go about the world without remorse or conscience. Sociopaths that are incapable of empathy or guilt. I wonder, are they born that way?
Somehow I think they are. They come into the world perhaps, with something indefinably missing. What are your thoughts on this?
I think they walk among us, looking no different from anyone else. But inside, their hearts are not malleable. Their countenance is intractable. And they simply do not have the capacity to feel, to love, anyone but themselves.
Research suggests that as much as 50% of sociopathy is inherited.
The person standing behind you in the grocery store, at the Starbucks counter, may be a sociopath.
Have you ever known a child that seemed completely unable to feel for others? And then as they are more emancipated into the world, they wreak havoc on others.
Their rules are completely different. In fact there are no rules. Like a tornado, they sweep through people’s lives, ravaging everything in their path.
I believe there is a book called “The Sociopath Next Door.” I have not read it, but I think it would be very interesting to read.
I have looked into the eyes of a sociopath. They seemed completely empty and soul-less.