Psychopaths Under Radar – Before The Mask Starts To Slip

" Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same ".

The 23 years of life that I have lived up to this date have brought me to many kinds of places. Some filled with bright light, others filled with complete darkness. I have met human beings who have given me hope in humanity, and others who have entirely destroyed it.

I remember as a kid being absolutely terrified at night time. I would often wake up in the middle of the night in sweat, but not necessarily because I have had a nightmare. I was simply scared of everything that "could" happen. My mind seemed to thrive on making all sorts of scenarios – on examining all the potential threats that could suddenly invade my home.

Luckily, nothing scary ever did happen during those nights except that one time when I saw from my own eyes thieves trying to rob the valuables inside my parent’s cars. Suffice to say that this one episode left a big mark on me. Sadly, it reinforced my nighttime paranoia for what would be years to come.

Little did I realize then that monsters don’t solely appear at 3ham when everyone is asleep. Most of them play the game of life day – and – night. They wear masks – ones so carefully crafted so you could never tell it’s not their true identity. They are like the poker player holding the winning set in his hands – appearing so calm but internally burning of impatience to finally get his hands on his reward.
What if they have made you their prize?

No one is equipped to meet psychopaths. Nonetheless, I can say that with the research and reading I have done on these types of individuals in the past year, it has definitely made me very self-aware to never fall under their spell again.

In the mental world of a psychopath, human beings don’t exist as human beings. They exist as targets. As a means to an end. As tokens to be tossed. Checkmate. Everything from their emotions to their thought process works in ways that have proven to be profoundly disturbing. The reality inside their own minds is built on pure insanity.

No empathy. No remorse. Callous. Pathological lying. Glibness. No conscience. They can’t feel. Yet they will be disguised as charming, incredibly interesting, brilliant. The paradox is that they come off as such impressive and entertaining people that you can’t help but feel drawn to them. What you don’t know is that they are experts at fabricating stories. Even more so at manipulating you to believe them. These people are persuasive like no other. How misleading can human nature be.

And just like a fish who swims right toward the worm, you’ll be caught under their hook before you know it.
Before you know it, the best behavior turns into a cruel one.
Before you know it, you’ve been lured into a hell you didn’t know you were headed toward.
Before you know it, his mask falls down.