I am convinced, given everything I know about people, that he is a sociopath. He isn’t smart so at least there’s that. I don’t know if there’s anything scarier than a person with a high IQ and no conscience. With a less bright one, you stand a chance of outwitting them or an improved chance anyway, of staying out of harm’s path.
Recently the local Dollar Tree hasn’t been giving receipts unless the customer presses a button on the screen saying “yes” they want a receipt. When I first encountered this new format, the cashier explained that they were saving paper. I asked her to put all my purchases in one bag. She said she couldn’t fit them and proceeded to load my purchases into two double-bagged plastic bags. I then discreetly put all the items into one bag and left three behind with other bags at another register. I (often) don’t have the energy to argue with people. At least not on something like this. Where the hell to even begin??
On Facebook I follow a few famous people, not because I think we’re going to be friends but because I appreciate their comments or photos. I am very liberal with my “likes” on posts (this requires merely pushing a button which essentially is saying “thumbs up”) and as a result Facebook has offered me a couple top fan badges as in “You’ve been recognized as one of [Famous Person’s] Top fans. Get your badge now.” This, from what I’ve seen, would make a small icon with the words top fan appear next to my name. I have not taken Facebook up on this dubious achievement. All I really think it likely suggests to the celebrities is “top stalkers.”
I lay down my burden in ink.
I’m skeptical of people who feel the need to tell me what a nice person they are. I’m reasonably bright; if it’s true why don’t they trust me to figure it out?
When I was a child and saw old movies with people in “black face” I didn’t understand what they were supposed to be. The clearly unnatural face color, cartoonishly drawn-on red lips, and perhaps most of all, the behavior portayed, didn’t jibe with anything I recognized. While the immediate area I lived in didn’t have a lot of black people, the large neighboring city did, but they appeared brown to me, and were nothing like the movie characters. I was genuinely puzzled and it wasn’t until I was older that I understood what the movie people in “black face” were supposed to be but even then it still didn’t make sense.
I dated a man who was a paper hoarder. He collected piles of newspapers and other stacks of various papers in his home, not sure what exactly, as I never looked closely. Hoarding has deep roots in people’s psyches and I wasn’t about to try to “fix” this problem. I did however, offer the suggestion that he at least make one rule for himself, namely, not to pile papers on top of the stove. I can’t say he took my advice.