Come to find out I have Empathy Deficit Disorder. As in “I really don’t give a shit about your problems and your whining and sniveling, suck it up and get over it.” It’s nice to know I am in good company though.
As I said in comments at Marko’s Place, they issued this to me at Parris Island right after they cut off all my hair, and it is my favorite memento of the Marine Corps. It has served me well and I take it out and polish it almost every day. My wife and kids on the other hand are not so crazy about it…
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June 25, 2008 at 12:19 am |
Hey, there’s some excellent advice in there! Fake empathy! If I had the kind of wife who yakked during football games, I’d give it a try next season. I’d turn down the volume (the sportscasters never have anything worthwhile to say anyway), look her in the eye between plays, and throw out platitudes like, “How does that make you feel?” Or, “Well that’s not really fair. It puts you in a tough position.”
Fortunately there’s no need to fake it. My wife’s Empathy Deficit Disorder may actually be worse than mine. Sweet!
June 25, 2008 at 12:21 am |
BTW, I prefer the name Self-Centered Bastard Syndrome (SCBS) to Empathy Deficit Disorder.