It’s a wonderful thing to be without a conscience. You hear sociopath and think killer, which I use to my advantage. I’ve never killed anyone. I’d rather manipulate minds and hearts.

Your conscience holds you back. It fills you with self-consciousness, guilt, worry, pity, and empathy. I play these emotions like a piano. That’s why I win the game every time.

You worry about how it will look to others if you paint your house. You don’t apply for a promotion because your wife wants you home more. Or you do apply, but only because she says to. You give your seat to that old woman, and then the bus lurches forward and you get hurt.

I’ve never felt remorse, sorrow, anger, or guilt. I always get promoted because I’ll do anything to get the job. My parents, wife, girlfriends, and children are all disposable. If one dies or leaves me, I don’t miss them. I might give an award-winning performance of sadness, but I don’t feel it.

Now, don’t you wish you were like me?

Just a little bit?

I win again.