I couldn’t help adding this picture when I ran across it..
I am broken. Horrible way to introduce myself, I know.
“Hi, I’m Broken. Nice to meet you ….” Not!
Horrible and yet, why should I be ashamed? Better hair, better skin, better teeth. Better body. Whooo boy, that’s a big one. Bigger than I that’s for sure. Much bigger. So who and what am I? I can’t change, can’t make myself tall or shorter (for longer than I can squat), prettier, nicer, happier. Seems like we always want the thing that we aren’t.
But back to me. I was born broken, or so I’m told. A wrinkled little prune of a baby boy, covered in blood and cawl. I noticed I was different when I was four, fascinated by the flies dying on the windowsills and floors, snatched from life by the Mother’s flyswatter. Maybe the Mother knew by then, but maybe not.
I knew and that was all that mattered. In fact, from then on, I was all that mattered.
Lots of people think of psychopaths as Hannibal Lecter, Tom Ripley, Becky Sharp from Vanity Fair or everyone’s favorite psychopath, Dexter, and rightly so. The important point, however, is most of you *don’t* think of psychopaths as the neighbor next door or the woman in the cubical. You actually think we’re…. normal.
Don’t you know being a psychopath is the best thing in the world but it’s not normal, not by a mile. At least not in the way the world in large defines normal. But aren’t we all different? Aren’t we all psychopathic in one way or another?
Maybe we chose our own lives, our own paths. I’m assured by the ‘New Agers’ this is correct. We choose out lives, our trials, what we need to learn in each life. Actually, I like the mental image of me in my baby form sitting there, all the paths of the world laid out before me. I could be anything or anyone I want. A President. A King. Famous equestrian. A poor, broken, woman in a war-torn land. (Not sure why anybody would choose such a thing but then I’ve never understood the thinking of the bovine masses.) Are they too afraid to stand apart and shine?
Out of all those choices, however, I chose this path, the path of a psychopath. I am not afraid to stand out and shine. I love standing out and shining. What I love even more, is dazzling the masses with my shine while they think I am as normal as they are. The dictionary defines a psycho as:
‘a deranged or psychopathic person —not used technically’
Think about that. Then tell me what path you would choose.