Sociopaths vs. Psychopaths

Most of us have run across one or the other. I had a recent encounter with a sociopath and had no idea. Wow is all I can say. Here are the differences between the two:

Characteristics of a sociopath are as followed :

1. Sociopaths are very charming.

2. Sociopaths can be extremely manipulative and will try to con you whenever possible.

3. Sociopaths feel that they are entitled to everything.

4. Sociopaths will lie continuously to get what they want. They can even sometimes manipulate a lie detector.

5. Sociopaths have no remorse, shame or guilt.

6. Sociopaths will show love and happiness only when it serves their purpose. None of the feelings are genuine.

7. Sociopaths have no room for love in their life.

8. Sociopaths need to have excitement in their lives or live on the edge.

9. Sociopaths have lack of empathy hen their victims suffer pain that they have caused.

10. Sociopaths believe that they are all mightier than tho, there is no concern on how their behavior impacts others.

11. Sociopaths usually have a long history of juvenile delinquency as well as behavior problems.

12. Sociopaths will never take blame for anything they have done to anyone no matter if it is family or friend.

13. Sociopaths have many sexual partners and tend to act out many sexual acts.

14. Sociopaths rarely stay in one place for a long time (home/work).

15. Sociopaths will change themselves if they know it will keep them from being found out.

Characteristics of a psychopath are as followed:

1. Psychopaths use superficial charm to lure their victims.

2. Psychopaths are extremely self-centered.

3. Psychopaths must always do something to keep themselves from boredom.

4. Psychopaths are very deceptive and tend to lie continuously.

5. Psychopaths show no remorse of guilt towards their victims.

6. Psychopaths are very predatory and usually will live off other people.

7. Psychopaths have many sexual partners in their lifetime.

8. Psychopaths are very impulsive with their lifestyle.

9. Psychopaths are always blaming other people for their actions.

10. Psychopaths never have a realistic view of their lives. (king of the world or from another planet)

11. Psychopaths always want psychological gratification in sexual and criminal activities.

12. Psychopaths tend to try suicide, rarely succeeding.

An Outing with The Sisterhood

I finally had a chance to connect with a few of the ladies that will be part of my "focus group" for The Sisterhood. We went to my favorite painting spot, Pinots Palette, here in Dallas. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. The ladies were a bit nervous at first but once they got into the groove, they relaxed and got into the painting. We chatted in between brush strokes, laughed, and soaked up the atmosphere. It was a great night. 

Phoenix

Like the Phoenix I rose from the ashes

You can't kill me, I've already been dead and came back alive 

Surprised? You shouldn't be I'm like a cat with nine lives

Stronger, better, wiser and fearless

So go ahead life gimme your best shot

The strength that I gained from experiencing death while living aint enough to kill the vibe I got

I may get knocked down but best believe I will get up

Like the Phoenix I will arise from the ashes, burned, made new

To myself I shall always remain true

I've been through the firey pit of hell and have no choice but to excel

From here on out living with a purpose is what it's all about

So I spread my wings and fly

No need for marijuana I use life to get high

Flying high I'm free, free to be whoever and whatever I want to be

My destiny is determined by me

I'm a Phoenix. I shall always be free

Hope

This is for al those who think things won't get better. They will, just takes time.

Just because things aren't how they used to be doesn't mean I can't still enjoy life as the new me

What should've killed me made me stronger and for that reason I want to live longer

I have a purpose and a destiny to fulfill so I'm trusting in Him and his perfect will.

I was given this life because I'm strong enough to live it and I won't waste a minute

I'm holding onto hope, hope that everything will be ok

I'm holding on the fact that I know it's a brighter day ahead of me

I'm too full of life to give up and quit my fight

I'm holding onto hope that everything will be alright 

The Old Me

I want to go back to the old me. The old me that was worry and carefree. The me that able to save wisely but still spend freely. The old me that took trips with friends and always had activities on the calendar to attend. Now I'm a recluse because I lack funds to have fun. People don't believe it when I say I'm broke. I know I say a lot of funny stuff but that is no joke. Haven't had the money to do the things I used to do and live the way I'm used to. I can't even pay my rent on the date it's due. A mountain of debts and calls from creditors that I avoid daily, I need superman to come in and rescue or save me. Insecurity issues on top of mounting self loathing, thank God for therapy where I do all my unloading. I unload all my problems, concerns and fears, sometimes I even shed tears. I'm  not sure if the tears I shed now are from depression or because I miss my old life with no therapy sessions.   I want my old life back.. Can I have it back? I'm not the me I used to be, not sure if I like the new me.

Revelation

Constantly reaching out to a hand that isn't there. You always say you love me but never show me that you care. As I deal my daily issues all I can think about is how much I miss you.a part of my life for so long, some things were right but most of it wrong. The jail time, the drugs, the women, and the lies I was there through it all. . I've known you for 11 years yet now I don't even know who you are. You've guarded yourself against getting hurt by me but I loved you with everything that was in me. Just Like Bonnie and Clyde and Romeo and Juliet our love story has a tragic end. Yet and still you always want to remain my friend. I call you don't answer. I text you don't reply. The only question I have is why? All I ever did was love you. I tried to be the perfect woman for you so that you'd  never want another. had dreams of being a wife and a mother. Selfish of you to only think of your heart while mine has been ripped out, torn, and shredded apart. Chasing after a love that doesn't want to be caught, it's the hardest lesson I've ever been taught. learning to let go and love me without you, is one of the things I never thought I'd have to do. I'm the perfect girl but for the wrong guy. I should smile at this revelation instead I want to cry. As I put the pieces of my life back together, a part of you will always exist in the back of my mind. I was far to kind and wish I could  press rewind and do things differently. I've come to the conclusion that this love wasn't meant to be.

Ring The Alarm

These cuts on my body are from self harm. Instead of screaming out, I cut myself and watch the blood stream out. As the endorphins release I'm subdued and soothed. Feeling much like I'm overlooked and ignored, the only thing I can control are these cuts. One cut for my mom who pays me no attention, one cut for the father who is missing in action, and another cut for the students at school who laugh and taunt me because I can't do fractions. This is my form of self medication and while its not a drug it's still as addictive. I'm addicted to the rush I feel, when I get the first gush from the first cut. Oh how I love that sensation. I want to stop, need to stop, but I can't resist the temptation. The temptation to open my flesh and let my emotions pour out like tears. It eases my fears and draws me nearer to myself cuz I'm the only one who understands me best. I've got it bad. My arms, legs and hands show the battle scars from the internal war I'm fighting with myself. A Razor, knife, or scissors are my choice of weapon to fight the inner demons that seem to keep screaming. Screaming at me to do it and get it over with. Ring the alarm! Ring the alarm! I'm slowly killing myself with self harm. Take all these sharp objects away from me,  I'm not strong enough to resist the urge to purge my feelings through blood.