Oh poor me!

People think that they can spot a psychopath easily. It must be that cold-looking creep or bitchy lady. But surprisingly, most real-life psychopaths do not fit that cartoon-cliché. There is one tell however that is unmistakable. This is the pity party that the psychopath or malignant narcissist craves. Oh the drama, they yearn for. Oh their poor lives, oh, the horror of it all. Oh poor me! These people are bored. They need high levels of stimulation. For that reason, some psychopaths talk or eat incessantly. They want to fill that big hole of neediness inside them. Even if you worshipped the ground that the psychopath walked on, that love of yours will be like a tiny breadcrumb hurled at a deep bottomless chasm that can never be filled. Like blackholes, they suck you dry of your spirit and love and they look radiant in your reflected glow while you slowly shrivel up and crumble away.

They are always going on and on about how they have been wronged by so and so (usually dead scapegoats or prior victims). If you interrupt their constant bleak narrative to talk about some real unfortunate event in your life, you will either get a vacant stare at best or if you are a scapegoat, a taste of their rage. It is in these moments of great pain or need when people turn to the closest people in their lives that the true nature of the psychopath comes through. Most people are baffled. Suddenly things don’t add up. The psychopath is incapable of a true empathetic emotional response. Yes, they will use their intellect to mimic what they lack but they fall short by a mile in these unexpected situations where human warmth and compassion comes through for all normal people within microseconds without effort. In short, a psychopath is incapable of remorse or empathy – the very traits that make us human.