Have you ever wished you were a sociopath?
I gotta be honest: I have.
I mean, how can it be that I carry around guilt for everything I’ve ever done, while there are people in this world who worry about nothing! What a sweet life!
I could take any job out there and not worry if I’m making the world a better place by being there.
I could buy stuff without first reading the label.
And these animals? Oh, why would I worry about animals? Let them worry about themselves.
I could treat others abysmally. I could tell them whatever I wanted. I could be sneaky and subversive and start lots of drama, then sit back and watch the show.
But the best part? People would love me. They’d hang on to my every word. They’d think I was a god. They’d want to sleep with me and give me money. Oh, how we worship the soulless among us!
There’s no end to all the things I could do if only I could make this stinky, lousy conscience shut up.
I used to think that what I really wanted was beauty, power, and wealth.
But the older I get, the more I realize that those things are served best by those who lack conscience. I mean, who wants to end up a drug addict or recluse because the pressure was so great?
No, what I really wanted was a lack of conscience.
Yet, truth be told, most of the time I’m glad I have one. It’s the best thing going for me.
I just wish most of the rest of the humans on the planet valued theirs as well.