I’m sitting here, minding my own damn business, and my brain decides to take a little walk down Random Thought Boulevard. I know, this is fucked up territory, so check it out. My brain knows full well that this street’s poorly paved, overrun with seriously weird shit, and ultimately tees off on an Escher kind of level. If that whole train of thought derailed on you, welcome to how my randomized brain works. Now, throw being a little loaded on top of that.
Back to being loaded, I’m sitting on my ass like a lazy pile of waste and surfing the same stupid pages I do every night. I hop onto LinkedIn because I wasn’t kidding about that waste bit– and I hit this article. I breezed through it until I happened to hit the last paragraph. For those of you who aren’t going to waste your time on the unimportant sections of the article, here’s the part that blew my mind into the back of the fucking auditorium.
Remember that partitioning our lives and identities is a trap. When we segment and partition our lives into work life, home life, sporting life, community-service life, etc., we deny a truth that often our greatest strength comes from integrating all the different and diverse network interactions, and ideas into a unified and integrated whole. After all, the etymology of Integrity is from the Latin integer, meaning wholeness, or the unit of one.
Ready for the record scratch? I deliberately taught myself to be very good at partitioning my life and personality, as well as tailoring the experience to the people I’m around. It’s goddamn automatic for me. If this assjack is right, I must be some kind of fucking sociopath. Right?
Let’s see, do I slip from situation to situation pretty seamlessly? Yup. Do I tend to curb parts of my personality depending on whose company I’m in? That’s a big yup. Is this precisely the kind of segmentation that Mr. Probably-not-PhD’d-in-This says is contrary to being a unified and integrated whole? Damn skippy. Does it change the fact that I have more integrity than most people? Nope. Guess that classifies me as more of a high-functioning sociopath… but still, I have to look at the facts.
Very little affects me. I’m a shameless narcissist. I have about as many “segments” to my personality as most chicks have shoes. See where I started thinking too much? I tend to relate to strangers more on a causality level than an empathetic one. For example, I don’t punch stupid people because I’m too pretty for jail. If something does somehow get to me, it’s like getting hit in the soul with a C-4 wrapped baseball bat. I’m easily bored, yet easily obsessed.
Then I realized something else–
– I have no reason to trust a goddamn word that this goofy-looking motivational speaker has written. It’s perfectly alright to compartmentalize, especially if you’re good at it. Bottom line? Always be yourself, but don’t fucking show your hand to everyone at the goddamn table.
… or I could just be a sociopath trying to justify himself. (Which would actually defeat the clinical diagnosis, since justification is irrelevant to a true case. Flawless victory for the powers of sarcasm!)