[ WP ] You are a `` normal '' person trying to fit in in a world where everyone is a psychopath .

Dr. Almer had moved the clock behind the chair so that I could n't stare at it, but the ticking was so deafening that I could still determine when it was time to leave with near-perfect accuracy. 
 
 
 “ These feelings of persecution, the feeling that you're outcast and everyone is different and out to get you are typical of your schizoaffective disorder, ” he said calmly, staring blankly at me through the thin-rimmed glasses. His suit fit flawlessly and the office was equipped with handsome leather furniture. I clenched my jaw at the word; they've thrown the whole DSM at me since my parents were murdered in a home invasion when I was eleven. My parents were terrified and resistant, but easily dispatched by the well-armed robbers. They spotted me standing in the threshold of my bedroom, frozen with terror, and never gave me a second glance. Within five minutes they had stripped the house of its least cumbersome valuables and left. I was n't a threat; I was n't an obstacle to their goal like my parents had been. The psychopaths that comprise the majority of the human race are n't monsters; they're goal-oriented, focused, and very self-centered. That they're complex makes them scarier. They are professional liars that can manipulate and emulate empathy with flawless accuracy; the only way to predict them is to ask, “ what do they want? ” 
 
 
 These “ persecutors ” that have dominated my “ delusions ” have built a thriving society, and the doctors and therapists all insist that a race of unfeeling humans could never accomplish such things. I'm supposed to fight my delusions with irrefutable facts, but it seems logical that a society with rules and laws could easily further their self-serving tendencies. Most are hedonists: craving money, sex, power, drugs. Laws aid them because it keeps other psychopaths in-check. Every decision is carefully weighed for self-benefit; committing an obvious murder would not benefit them because they would end up in jail. Hell, even the “ peaceful exchange of power ” that makes America so “ great ” is a fantastic tool for the best and brightest liars to maximize their power without needing to worry of mutiny. My “ delusions ” tell me that the angry and volatile societies of yore were immensely more human, rife with crimes of passion and heroism that are surprisingly sparse in our comparative utopia. 
 
 
 Case studies show that the cranial abnormalities that define a psychopath are expressed genetically. If “ these people ” are so successful, they will continue to grow in population. They are better adapted for our current society, and they thrive. We “ feelers ” will die out or interbreed with people who are so deft at faking emotions, we mistake them for one of our own. 
 
 Fuck the doctors, the therapists, and the medication. I am not crazy. I am not delusional. This is simply how the world is, and in order to survive I must adapt. Instead of faking empathy, I will learn to fake apathy. I'll marry a woman who might not care about me at all and have kids who may curb-stomp puppies for laughs when they're still in elementary school. 
 
 My palms are sweaty, my breaths are shallow, and my heart is racing. I am obviously distressed and anyone who had even a shred of humanity would be able to read it all over my face. The clock is still ticking, but I know that it's time to leave. 
 
 “ Josh, I want you to keep working on identifying the distortions and delusions and fighting them. It's time to go today. ” Dr. Almer's voice never changed pitch; his diction and delivery were consistent. Does he even notice how I'm feeling? I stand to walk out, knowing that every person I pass on the way home will be wearing a fake smile, constantly focused on their next goal and willing to crush anyone to achieve it. 
 
 “ Wait a second, before you leave let me write you a prescription for some anti-anxiety medications. You are clearly still having panic attacks when confronted with this issue. Please take care of yourself, and do n't forget to talk to Jane on the way out about the co-pay. ” 
 
 EDIT: An grammatical error
