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Had a friend in high school who was probably a psycho of some sort. We'll call him Jon for now.
Jon was the kind of psycho who was more in the "harm to self" category than the "harm to others" and I was one of only two friends he had as far as I know. He talked about suicide a lot, but not in the attention-seeking hysterical way. He was eerily calm and detached about it. But he's otherwise not too bad and I think he's just being an edgelord since we both like dark fucked-up humor, so I dismiss it.
Later on, I found out he actually did kill himself about a year after he graduated and I didn't know until years later.
Jon was the kind of psycho who was more in the "harm to self" category than the "harm to others" and I was one of only two friends he had as far as I know. He talked about suicide a lot, but not in the attention-seeking hysterical way. He was eerily calm and detached about it. But he's otherwise not too bad and I think he's just being an edgelord since we both like dark fucked-up humor, so I dismiss it.
Later on, I found out he actually did kill himself about a year after he graduated and I didn't know until years later.
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A kid who went to my middleschool sticks out in memory. Looking back on the situation he had all the hallmarks, divorced parents, alcoholic mom, no siblings, horrible poverty. He'd always talk excitedly about animal torture in class although it was very clearly one of those situations where a kid makes up things that he thinks are badass and brags about them, and it was abstract enough to be just mildly fucked up instead of really worrying. If anyone remembers the 90s penchant for killing Barney just take that and substitute in whatever person or thing he was currently mad at.
His most notable exploit and the incident that put him into true psycho territory was the time he called in a school shooting threat that resulted in the entire band class being crammed into the band supply closet for several hours. The kid was off in the woods burning action figures for the duration (another of his weird fixations) and since this was pre-Columbine nothing really came of it.
He came to my attention a year or two ago out of the blue, 20 years later, in the obituaries column of the local paper. He just suddenly dropped dead for no reason while walking to his job and the cause of death was never determined.
His most notable exploit and the incident that put him into true psycho territory was the time he called in a school shooting threat that resulted in the entire band class being crammed into the band supply closet for several hours. The kid was off in the woods burning action figures for the duration (another of his weird fixations) and since this was pre-Columbine nothing really came of it.
He came to my attention a year or two ago out of the blue, 20 years later, in the obituaries column of the local paper. He just suddenly dropped dead for no reason while walking to his job and the cause of death was never determined.
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Less serious - I knew a guy who, no matter what you said to him, would always say and do the opposite just so he felt like he always had the upper hand in any situation. He always wanted to feel in control so he never did what people suggested he do under any circumstance, no matter how trivial/important.
More serious - My friend's stepbrother killed his wife and their two children and hid their bodies in storage containers.
More serious - My friend's stepbrother killed his wife and their two children and hid their bodies in storage containers.
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I knew two people like this, both end up in minor management position where they can aggressively micro manage every low level employee's moves.
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- 15 de Nov, 2017
I've been lucky not to encounter one in real life, but I'm pretty sure that when I was a teenager I befriended a guy who, looking back on it was most likely an older man who was pretending to be a teenager. Because looking back on it, the man was obsessed with meeting me and the photo he gave me looked old.
I'm glad I stopped talking to that creeper.
I'm glad I stopped talking to that creeper.
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Dated a girl for a short while whom I knew had some mental issues. She was on medication, and never actually flipped out on me, so I didn't pay much attention to it. She had a real daddy/incest fetish in bed, to the point where I had to stop her talking while we had sex (It was real Peep Show levels of "fuck me and pretend I'm your mother", enough to make your penis go instantly limp.)
In everything other than sexual, she acted perfectly normal. She wasn't hard left or hard right, wasn't into drugs or violence. She worked in set design, and enjoyed make-up and costume design. The more we dated though, the more she opened up to me about her illness. How she had lashed out at her brother over some petty issue and put him in hospital. She also confessed to killing (by accident according to her) two of her pet dogs as a child. It was at this point where I started to distance myself.
I talked to an ex-boyfriend of hers and he said she threatened him at knife-point, and he had a restraining order against her. Don't know what she's doing now, but I dodged that bullet.
In everything other than sexual, she acted perfectly normal. She wasn't hard left or hard right, wasn't into drugs or violence. She worked in set design, and enjoyed make-up and costume design. The more we dated though, the more she opened up to me about her illness. How she had lashed out at her brother over some petty issue and put him in hospital. She also confessed to killing (by accident according to her) two of her pet dogs as a child. It was at this point where I started to distance myself.
I talked to an ex-boyfriend of hers and he said she threatened him at knife-point, and he had a restraining order against her. Don't know what she's doing now, but I dodged that bullet.
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Maybe not a psycho in the traditional sense, but I had a coworker who was not a well man. A lot of women working there (me included) were harassed by him. Even the one who was clearly pregnant at the time. And he had a daughter who was literally half my age so that was fucking weird.
Before you say he was just your average creep at work, here’s why I called him a psychopath. He skipped more days of work than he actually attended. He said the reason was because said daughter had been in a car accident and was in critical condition. I obviously felt bad for him and took a bunch of his shifts. Turns out he hadn’t seen the kid since she was a baby, she was perfectly fine, and that he had even been arrested for missing child support payments, none of which I think he told my boss about. When I got back from vacation I was relieved to see that he was gone.
My boss was an incompetent dickhole in general. He straight up employed a felon for over a year without even knowing that he was one. Glad it’s over.
Before you say he was just your average creep at work, here’s why I called him a psychopath. He skipped more days of work than he actually attended. He said the reason was because said daughter had been in a car accident and was in critical condition. I obviously felt bad for him and took a bunch of his shifts. Turns out he hadn’t seen the kid since she was a baby, she was perfectly fine, and that he had even been arrested for missing child support payments, none of which I think he told my boss about. When I got back from vacation I was relieved to see that he was gone.
My boss was an incompetent dickhole in general. He straight up employed a felon for over a year without even knowing that he was one. Glad it’s over.
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Somebody I knew in a 12 step fellowship who is now serving time for producing cheese pizza. I did not know him very well, now I really do not want to know him any better since he was up to that bullshit.
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This story starts out when I was in college. I'll spoiler it for length because this will span multiple years.
“Hal” transferred to my university when I was a sophomore. He apparently had a successful basketball season as a Freshman at the nearby junior college he attended. Given his major was in a field the university was known for, he seemed to be a good fit both academically and athletically. Most importantly, he'd give our relatively-new varsity basketball team a legitimate scorer for the next three years as the program continued to be built up. Even better, Hal's brother was finishing his college basketball career playing for a top-level team, so there seemed to be a family pedigree in the sport.
Although the team didn't do as well as hoped during Hal's first season, he proved to be a skilled player and finished as leading scorer. One particular week, he was recognized for scoring the game high total in a loss against a nationally-ranked team. However, Hal had his weaknesses... or chinks in the armor one might say.
In close games, Hal had the habit of ignoring play calls and shooting three-pointers that almost always didn't score. Teams picked up on this and used it to their advantage to turn close games into wins for them and losses for us. He also seemed to pout at the end of the season when he didn't make the first team for our conference. Given another player at his position outscored him in the playoff game where the two of them went head to head, it was a no-brainer that the other person would be recognized ahead of Hal – just not in the latter's mind.
The following year is where things took a turn into the bizarre in revealing Hal's darker side. At this point, he and two teammates were roommates in a house they rented close to campus. One day after practice, said roommates approach coach privately to say Hal had a gun on his bed and made a comment that they interpreted as a threat he might use it against them. Since the house was private property off campus, I believe coach's hands were tied and he couldn't do anything about it based on what school policies were at the time.
After the first few games, however, something disgusted Hal enough he abruptly walked out of practice – earning himself a brief suspension from the team. Hal and I had a Humanities class together and he wanted me to write a midterm paper for him during this time period. I flat out told him I had no time because of my other classes (and my desire not to get expelled for plagiarism).
For better or worse, I missed the the fireworks where the situation reached its boiling point. I was sick the day Hal was supposed to be reinstated from his suspension. That same day, the team had an away game against a very competitive opponent. It turned out Hal was failing the Humanities class and refused to meet with the professor to talk about it. So, Hal was told that he could dress for the road trip, but he was not yet allowed to play because of his poor performance in his Humanities class. From what I heard, Hal had a major meltdown when he was informed in the locker room and claimed that being benched was worse than death. Within a matter of days, he quit the team for good. When a teammate filled me in on what happened, I found myself glad I was sick at home because Hal sounded like the type of person that could have gotten violent had he been angry enough during his meltdown.
Either right before or right after Christmas of that year, Hal apparently decided that he wanted to transfer to another school to continue his playing career. Because he never turned in his away game uniform that he wore the night he had his meltdown, the athletic department placed a hold on his academic record (transcripts). He had to return the uniform or pay its replacement value before his transcripts could be sent to the school he wanted to transfer to. I'm not sure what he did, but he never transferred. Although he seemed to disappear from campus after that, the story continues...
Fast forward approximately five years. I'm now a college grad and helping out at a holiday weekend pro-am basketball tournament an associate was running at the time. As one of the teams takes the court for warm-ups. Hal is out there wearing his former university's away uniform that he claimed was lost. I just shrugged and prayed he wouldn't recognize me. From what I remember, he neither approached nor interacted with me (thank Godbear).
That was the last I had heard from him for an extended period of time apart from unsubstantiated rumors that he might have been dealing drugs. However, there's one last part to the story.
Two years ago, I was attending an alumni function held by my University. One of Hal's old roommates, someone I've stayed in touch with over the years, attended the event as one of the honored guests. I'm not sure how our post-event conversation shifted to Hal, but I was told that Hal was in jail and that I could look up his name on our state's online offender registry to verify it. I was curious enough to do that when I got home. Sure enough, Hal's name was listed. Going back nearly 15 years, Hal's listed convictions ranged from multiple DUIs to felony firearms. His listing further indicated that he was currently serving up to 10 years after a no contest plea to assault with great bodily harm less than murder and a second offense for felony firearms.
Worse, he had used his brother's name as an alias at some point which irritated me. I've interacted with his brother in the past and he was Hal's polar opposite: polite, classy, and successful with his life after playing basketball (with a stint playing professionally overseas). To know Hal had no qualms with giving his brother's name as own to law enforcement wasn't too surprising, but hard to accept
. I also felt bad for the brother who might have to spend the rest of his life dealing with people thinking he committed the crimes that Hal committed should they run background checks on the former.
A quick check as I composed this shows Hal was released from jail back at the end 2018, a few months after I originally looked him up in the offender registry. I have no idea what he's doing now. I'd just as soon forget about him and hope I never see him again because of his violent tendencies.
(Edits for spelling, clarity, and to update facts about Hal.)
Although the team didn't do as well as hoped during Hal's first season, he proved to be a skilled player and finished as leading scorer. One particular week, he was recognized for scoring the game high total in a loss against a nationally-ranked team. However, Hal had his weaknesses... or chinks in the armor one might say.
In close games, Hal had the habit of ignoring play calls and shooting three-pointers that almost always didn't score. Teams picked up on this and used it to their advantage to turn close games into wins for them and losses for us. He also seemed to pout at the end of the season when he didn't make the first team for our conference. Given another player at his position outscored him in the playoff game where the two of them went head to head, it was a no-brainer that the other person would be recognized ahead of Hal – just not in the latter's mind.
The following year is where things took a turn into the bizarre in revealing Hal's darker side. At this point, he and two teammates were roommates in a house they rented close to campus. One day after practice, said roommates approach coach privately to say Hal had a gun on his bed and made a comment that they interpreted as a threat he might use it against them. Since the house was private property off campus, I believe coach's hands were tied and he couldn't do anything about it based on what school policies were at the time.
After the first few games, however, something disgusted Hal enough he abruptly walked out of practice – earning himself a brief suspension from the team. Hal and I had a Humanities class together and he wanted me to write a midterm paper for him during this time period. I flat out told him I had no time because of my other classes (and my desire not to get expelled for plagiarism).
For better or worse, I missed the the fireworks where the situation reached its boiling point. I was sick the day Hal was supposed to be reinstated from his suspension. That same day, the team had an away game against a very competitive opponent. It turned out Hal was failing the Humanities class and refused to meet with the professor to talk about it. So, Hal was told that he could dress for the road trip, but he was not yet allowed to play because of his poor performance in his Humanities class. From what I heard, Hal had a major meltdown when he was informed in the locker room and claimed that being benched was worse than death. Within a matter of days, he quit the team for good. When a teammate filled me in on what happened, I found myself glad I was sick at home because Hal sounded like the type of person that could have gotten violent had he been angry enough during his meltdown.
Either right before or right after Christmas of that year, Hal apparently decided that he wanted to transfer to another school to continue his playing career. Because he never turned in his away game uniform that he wore the night he had his meltdown, the athletic department placed a hold on his academic record (transcripts). He had to return the uniform or pay its replacement value before his transcripts could be sent to the school he wanted to transfer to. I'm not sure what he did, but he never transferred. Although he seemed to disappear from campus after that, the story continues...
Fast forward approximately five years. I'm now a college grad and helping out at a holiday weekend pro-am basketball tournament an associate was running at the time. As one of the teams takes the court for warm-ups. Hal is out there wearing his former university's away uniform that he claimed was lost. I just shrugged and prayed he wouldn't recognize me. From what I remember, he neither approached nor interacted with me (thank Godbear).
That was the last I had heard from him for an extended period of time apart from unsubstantiated rumors that he might have been dealing drugs. However, there's one last part to the story.
Two years ago, I was attending an alumni function held by my University. One of Hal's old roommates, someone I've stayed in touch with over the years, attended the event as one of the honored guests. I'm not sure how our post-event conversation shifted to Hal, but I was told that Hal was in jail and that I could look up his name on our state's online offender registry to verify it. I was curious enough to do that when I got home. Sure enough, Hal's name was listed. Going back nearly 15 years, Hal's listed convictions ranged from multiple DUIs to felony firearms. His listing further indicated that he was currently serving up to 10 years after a no contest plea to assault with great bodily harm less than murder and a second offense for felony firearms.
Worse, he had used his brother's name as an alias at some point which irritated me. I've interacted with his brother in the past and he was Hal's polar opposite: polite, classy, and successful with his life after playing basketball (with a stint playing professionally overseas). To know Hal had no qualms with giving his brother's name as own to law enforcement wasn't too surprising, but hard to accept
. I also felt bad for the brother who might have to spend the rest of his life dealing with people thinking he committed the crimes that Hal committed should they run background checks on the former.A quick check as I composed this shows Hal was released from jail back at the end 2018, a few months after I originally looked him up in the offender registry. I have no idea what he's doing now. I'd just as soon forget about him and hope I never see him again because of his violent tendencies.
(Edits for spelling, clarity, and to update facts about Hal.)
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I like to think this was an instance of God going “aw shit, kinda fucked this one up a bit. Hang on I’ll fix it”
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My theory was that he was the protagonist of his own personal Rockstar game and made the mistake of walking over a curb at low HP.
Jeez, was GTA3 really 19 years ago?
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Sometimes I feel like that's the majority of people I end up meeting. Most of them maybe wouldn't fit any kind of criteria for an actual psychopathic or sociopathic disorder necessarily, but they are nutjobs with fucked up personalities for sure.
Off the top of my head there was this one guy I met in a community for an ARG. I'll call him Mike. To be fair, almost every person in that group turned out to be an absolute nutjob, but this guy sticks out because it became pretty clear to me he had some kind of Munchausen's thing going on. Mike was 24, unemployed, living with his older brother, and on an official hiatus from his university supposedly due to health problems. He had alluded to being ill or disabled in some way before. I didn't really ask too much about it because I felt like it was none of my business. Later it came up again and he couldn't really say what he had, just that he'd been having health issues for about a year at that point and no doctor he had seen could find anything. The more I got to know him, though, the more I started noticing red flags. Just a couple examples:
1.) He would allude to symptoms he claimed to be experiencing and say it was "because of the rheumatic fever" that they were occurring. I just took it at face value until later he admitted that he'd never actually been diagnosed with rheumatic fever because every time he went to the doctor (which was almost every week, sometimes a few times a week) they found no symptoms of such a thing
2.) He said one time that he had just passed gas that "smelled like death and decay" so he must be on the mend. Uh, okay...so you supposedly have some mystery illness that no doctor has been able to figure out, that's so severe you can only sit on the computer and smoke weed all day, and it's going to be cured by...farting. Yeah, sure, makes total sense.
3.) He was really eager to have a doctor perform a muscle biopsy but they wouldn't do it
4.) He was upset at one point because he went to a doctor who he had hoped would be willing to write a letter for his university that said he was too ill to return to classes the following semester, and the doctor wouldn't do it, supposedly saying because he wouldn't know what to write in it. Mike lived in Germany, and any Germans can correct me if I'm wrong but I think you get certain benefits for having student status there, and I believe that having this note would have allowed him another semester of official hiatus that would allow him to keep his student status even if he wasn't actually taking any classes.
Mike had mentioned before that he had switched universities a few times and changed his major a bunch. He also talked about wishing he had a wheelchair, even though this guy walked just fine. After enough doctors came back with the same answer, that they didn't find anything (and usually also recommending antidepressants, implying they believed it to all be in his head too), he actually got his mother to start taking him for some kind of woo magnet therapy like 3x a week.
It became pretty clear to me that this was all just a way to avoid or delay having to grow up and move on to the next phase of his life, starting with the constantly changing schools and majors and ultimately turning into the malingering stuff. I don't know what he's doing now and I don't care. I cut ties with that whole community and with him in particular after he had an entitled incel-tier freakout on me for not responding to his 2 A.M. Discord messages right away, and also for not being online to tell him Happy Birthday on the day-of.
Just a highlight, right before I ended the conversation and blocked him:
He's blue, I'm pink. This was like 2 years ago, screenshot was just taken live at the time. Also worth knowing that this was just after he was begging me to forgive him after I responded that his freakout was childish and unacceptable and that I was done talking to him. He quickly pivoted to calling my husband gay and calling me a cunt. L-O-L.
I could shit up this thread with so many stories of other crazies like this I've run into but to avoid making an even bigger wall of text I'll hold off.
Off the top of my head there was this one guy I met in a community for an ARG. I'll call him Mike. To be fair, almost every person in that group turned out to be an absolute nutjob, but this guy sticks out because it became pretty clear to me he had some kind of Munchausen's thing going on. Mike was 24, unemployed, living with his older brother, and on an official hiatus from his university supposedly due to health problems. He had alluded to being ill or disabled in some way before. I didn't really ask too much about it because I felt like it was none of my business. Later it came up again and he couldn't really say what he had, just that he'd been having health issues for about a year at that point and no doctor he had seen could find anything. The more I got to know him, though, the more I started noticing red flags. Just a couple examples:
1.) He would allude to symptoms he claimed to be experiencing and say it was "because of the rheumatic fever" that they were occurring. I just took it at face value until later he admitted that he'd never actually been diagnosed with rheumatic fever because every time he went to the doctor (which was almost every week, sometimes a few times a week) they found no symptoms of such a thing
2.) He said one time that he had just passed gas that "smelled like death and decay" so he must be on the mend. Uh, okay...so you supposedly have some mystery illness that no doctor has been able to figure out, that's so severe you can only sit on the computer and smoke weed all day, and it's going to be cured by...farting. Yeah, sure, makes total sense.
3.) He was really eager to have a doctor perform a muscle biopsy but they wouldn't do it
4.) He was upset at one point because he went to a doctor who he had hoped would be willing to write a letter for his university that said he was too ill to return to classes the following semester, and the doctor wouldn't do it, supposedly saying because he wouldn't know what to write in it. Mike lived in Germany, and any Germans can correct me if I'm wrong but I think you get certain benefits for having student status there, and I believe that having this note would have allowed him another semester of official hiatus that would allow him to keep his student status even if he wasn't actually taking any classes.
Mike had mentioned before that he had switched universities a few times and changed his major a bunch. He also talked about wishing he had a wheelchair, even though this guy walked just fine. After enough doctors came back with the same answer, that they didn't find anything (and usually also recommending antidepressants, implying they believed it to all be in his head too), he actually got his mother to start taking him for some kind of woo magnet therapy like 3x a week.
It became pretty clear to me that this was all just a way to avoid or delay having to grow up and move on to the next phase of his life, starting with the constantly changing schools and majors and ultimately turning into the malingering stuff. I don't know what he's doing now and I don't care. I cut ties with that whole community and with him in particular after he had an entitled incel-tier freakout on me for not responding to his 2 A.M. Discord messages right away, and also for not being online to tell him Happy Birthday on the day-of.
Just a highlight, right before I ended the conversation and blocked him:
He's blue, I'm pink. This was like 2 years ago, screenshot was just taken live at the time. Also worth knowing that this was just after he was begging me to forgive him after I responded that his freakout was childish and unacceptable and that I was done talking to him. He quickly pivoted to calling my husband gay and calling me a cunt. L-O-L.
I could shit up this thread with so many stories of other crazies like this I've run into but to avoid making an even bigger wall of text I'll hold off.
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I can’t prove that these guys were psychopaths, but there was definitely something very “off” about them.
On an Uncle Sam funded trip to sand-land, my group sat down at a table in the chow hall that was already occupied with four dudes in civilian clothes with beards that weren’t terribly physically intimidating and spoke to us with a good bit of congeniality, but something was definitely wrong with them. Their faces barely had micro expression and it felt like they were sizing us up the whole time. It creeped me tf out.
On an Uncle Sam funded trip to sand-land, my group sat down at a table in the chow hall that was already occupied with four dudes in civilian clothes with beards that weren’t terribly physically intimidating and spoke to us with a good bit of congeniality, but something was definitely wrong with them. Their faces barely had micro expression and it felt like they were sizing us up the whole time. It creeped me tf out.