It so happens that I started to read M.E.'s book just the other day, and in it she mentions that she also operates a blog, in which she discusses sociopathy-related issues. I therefore sent her an e-mail c/o the blog, stating what I thought of the book so far, and to my surprise she actually e-mailed me back:
ME: I just started reading your book. It's got me envious of sociopaths. Your description of yourself and others of your ruthless ilk (that I've read so far) has me thinking you may actually be the healthiest and happiest -- or at least the least unhappy -- people around. As one who is subject to a host of conventional guilts and cares, I imagine a world where sociopathy is the norm and everyone is blithely, uncaringly, and honestly self-seeking, and I can only sigh at the vision. Perhaps the Golden Rule, that most pragmatic interpretation of self-interest, would actually be the guiding moral principle in that world.
M.E.: Thanks for this! Can I publish what you wrote on my blog?
ME: Be my guest >..< XD I only hope the rest of the book doesn't make me eat my words ;o)
ME: Can I publish your response on MY blog?
M.E.: Yes, of course.
It may be that she is not used to hearing her condition described in such glowingly positive terms. But why not -- as long as the self is satisfied with itself, the minimal condition of happiness is met, no? And sociopaths, as I understand them, are not significantly bothered by self-criticism, except perhaps in a practical, evaluative manner that has nothing to do with moral compunction. In the Star Trek universe, the devious, asura-like Cardassians and the nakedly greedy Ferengi, unapologetic self-seekers all, always seemed to me the most smugly self-satisfied characters to me. Add the practical logic of the Vulcans to the mix, and that is how I see sociopaths. The better-adjusted, high-functioning ones among them, anyway.