A motto for psychopaths?
Ey up, me duck. ‘Ow do?
I spend part of my time living in Yorkshire, the largest county in England. Which is to say, it’s not very large, because England isn’t very large; but it’s still bigger than all the other counties. Yorkshire is the stereotypical ‘North’, home of grim industrial towns, bleak and desolate moors, green sheep-peppered dales, and flat cap-wearing locals with a love of whippets and clog dancing. Yorkshire has given the world stainless steel, Wensleydale cheese, annoying yappy dogs, club football (proper football, not that hand-egg nancy sport played by the Yanks), rugby league, ferret legging (look it up), Yorkshire pudding, white roses, Robin Hood, all three Brontë sisters and Sean Bean. That accent all the miserable northern bastards in Game of Thrones use? That there’s a Yorkshire accent. The eerie town Count Dracula first makes landfall in Britain at? Whitby, in fucking Yorkshire. Naturally.
Basically, the world owes an enormous debt to Yorkshiremen, and don’t they know it! The tongue in cheek motto for all Yorkshire folk between the Pennines and the sea, from Sheffield all the way up to Staithes is:
‘Ear all, see all, say nowt;
Eyt all, sup all, pay nowt;
And if ivver tha does owt fer nowt –
Allus do it fer thissen.
For those of you who don’t speak ‘God’s Own Tongue’, the English translation:
Hear everything, see everything, say nothing;
Eat everything, drink everything, pay nothing;
And if you ever do anything – always do it for yourself.
Now, I don’t know about you, but that to me sounds like a pretty great philosophy to live by. It boils down to take as much as you can without giving in return. Travel the world, and sample as many of its experiences as possible, but don’t sweat the small stuff and get bogged down in pleasing other people. Live for yourself, because nobody else matters. And on the odd occasions when prudence demands you give a little back – to save face, to flatter, to make sure everybody else keeps dancing your tune, then do so without taking your eyes off the ball. Do it for yourself.
So the humble Yorkshire tyke is really just advocating a form of philosophical psychopathy.
Flippin’ ‘Eck!
nowve666 20:39 on September 9, 2017 Permalink |
Dracula and the three Brontë sisters? Sounds like a cool place.
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nowve666 22:10 on September 9, 2017 Permalink |
Psychopathy means never having to say you’re sorry. Like love.
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James 06:15 on September 10, 2017 Permalink |
I disagree. Sometimes we all have to say sorry, whether lovers, psychopaths or anybody else. But it’s just a word; it doesn’t cost anything and can have big pay-offs.
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Amaterasu Solar 12:20 on September 10, 2017 Permalink |
Ah, the philosophy of psychopaths. Well, I do everything for Self-satisfaction. That caring for Others is what gives Me Self-satisfaction is what divides Me (and most of Humanity) from the psychopaths. I care very deeply for Others, but try very hard not to be taken advantage of by psychopaths because of that. Mostly I succeed. [smile]
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James 13:22 on September 10, 2017 Permalink |
Indeed, you (and the Humanity you presume to speak for) are living proof that there is no such thing as altruism. If helping others gave you no satisfaction, you would not do it.
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Amaterasu Solar 13:50 on September 10, 2017 Permalink |
LOL! I only “presume” based on the fact that primary psychopathy is about 1% of Humans, and secondary psychopathy 5-9%. The rest of Us are not psychopaths and DO gain satisfaction from caring for Others. But You are indeed correct. I too have argued that “altruism” does not exist. Everything We choose to do is Self-motivated, and if most of Us could not gain that Self-satisfaction from caring, society would not function. [smile]
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Mark Hodgson 03:27 on October 8, 2017 Permalink |
Nice post…
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James 13:24 on October 8, 2017 Permalink |
Ta, pal.
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