It's always nice to be around someone who thinks I'm wonderful. It confirms my low opinion of people. I mean, come on, what can possibly be cute about someone who would rather cut you open than shake your hand? I have no desire to decipher human behavior, and I'm starting to wonder if that is all Dr. K is. I was starting to hope he was something more. Something better. Something like me.
I suppose it's my own fault that he likes me. I bring this on myself with my psychopathic ways. I'm a social chameleon and have had to deal with this before. Psychopaths are known for their ability to don many masks, change who they are depending upon whom they are interacting, and make themselves likable to their intended victims. Narcissistic people will find me to be solicitous of their need to get attention. Anxious people find me non-threatening and reassuring. Many find me exciting and fun to be with. Few will suspect they are dealing with a psychopath who is playing up their personality and vulnerabilities.
In the great card game of life, I know what cards you hold and how to cheat. Now, if only I can swindle my way out of Dr. K's view without jeopardizing my job...
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