Psychopaths: Not Your Wife

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Not Really Your Wife

Caitlyn Mackenzie

Washburn – 5th Period

Fall Exploratory

Due: Friday, December 7th 2012

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Caitlyn Mackenzie

Dr. Washburn

Fall Exploratory

12/7/12

Not Really Your Wife

Imagine, not having a conscience, no feelings of remorse or guilt, no matter the things one does. Not having a limiting sense of concern for the well being of other people: strangers, friends, or the members of ones family. Imagine doing something lazy, selfish, harmful or immoral in action, and having no sense of shame, none at all. The concept of responsibility has always been unknown, except for the burden that almost every other person in the world carries, like an anchor weighting down a boat. Imagine having the unseen ability to conceal all these things, from people one knows, people one loves, and people of the world. These abilities do not hold one back from doing anything in wish one desires. “The ice water in [ones] veins is so bizarre, so completely outside of their personal experience, that they seldom even guess at [ones] condition” (The Psychopath: The Mask of Sanity). For a simpler explanation, one is completely disengaged of internal restraints, and one’s unhampered liberty to do what one would like, when one likes, to whom one would like, with no pangs of conscience, is dexterously invisible to the people in one’s world. That person has the advantage in the world because they are not kept within the boundaries of ones conscience and this ability remains hidden from the world. How do these people live? With this ambiguous and whooping prestige, and the ability to do what one pleases, what will they do? The answer would depend on what ones wishes are. Some are filled with dreams and ambitions. Others are violent and have strong blood lust. Some people are born rich and others born poor. Some can kill, from miles away, hundreds of people even, and sit in their homes undetected, and satisfied. Others kill face to face, yet unidentified, and lye...