How to Spot a Psychopath


I found this video from the YouTube channel The Infographics Show very interesting. It states the 10 signs of psychopath. When I think about a psychopath, I usually think about a serial killer like Ted Bundy. According to this video, there psychopaths all amongst us, and you might not even know it. These are the ten signs of a psychopath that are listed in the video.

  1. Zero empathy
  2. Superficial charm
  3. Narcissism overload
  4. Constant and compulsive lying
  5. Highly intelligent
  6. No regrets
  7. Violence
  8. Reckless behavior
  9. OCD
  10. The “Psychopath factor”

It seems like quite a few of the leaders of our society’s government and industry could be considered psychos. When you think about what it takes to reach the top of industry, an individual with psychopathic tendencies would have an advantage. However, most psychopaths are typically spotted before they get to the top of their industry. You can only put on the fake charm for so long.

Are you a psychopath? Can you think of anyone you might know that fits this criteria?

Here’s a quiz you can take find out if you’re a psychopath.




I’m Bringing the Blog Back & Life Update

I started this blog four years ago, while I was still in college. I have since graduated, and am looking to start grad school, while working full-time. When I started this blog I was at a much different stage in life. However, I still love writing and I still like the format of this blog. That’s why I have decided to reboot this blog. I will be posting more of the late night thoughts than I did before, and I will try to update it as much as I can. For the few people that were looking at the blog before, thank you. For everybody else, I hope you like what you see.



Italy, Travels, Adventures, and Kangaroo Shit


Well I haven’t posted anything in this blog in a few months, but it’s 6:00 in the morning and I hear people waking up when I still haven’t gone to sleep yet. What the hell, might as well get some late night thoughts rolling. One of the reasons I didn’t stay active with this blog is because I spent some time studying in Italy. My time in Italy really lit a fire under my ass. It ignited a passion for traveling, and being around different cultures. As my mom says, “I’ve caught the travel bug.”

Italy was just the beginning though. I’m working on the plans for my next adventure over the Summer break. I’m not going to get money from my parents for this trip, so I’m looking to get a job abroad. The destinations at the top of my list are Australia or New Zealand. If I have to shovel kangaroo shit off the side off the road to pay for me to be there, then that’s what I’ll do (hopefully it doesn’t come down to that). I just need to make enough money while I’m there to cover my basic living expenses and travel. Then I’ll come back for my final year of college.

With that graduation date creeping up on me, people keep asking me what I want to do when I get out of college. I had always thought about it, but nothing on the “traditional career path” for my major ever made me excited to graduate. The mind-set I had, was a mind-set that a lot of college students have; that I need to squeeze every ounce of joy out of college before I have to grow up and go out to the real world. This made me sit down and think about what it is I want from this life. The conclusion I came up with is to say screw the traditional career path and take whatever path makes me the most happy. That’s when I looked into adventure travel guides. An adventure travel guide can lead people to do anything from kayaking the Nile, to hiking the Alps, to scuba diving in The Great Barrier Reef. Most of these jobs require you to commit to at least a year of work to hire you, which is why I might be shoveling kangaroo shit for my three month long Summer break before my senior year. That’s why I decided that post-graduation I’ll be going after my dream, and I’ll spend at least one year as an adventure travel guide.

Now I really do enjoy my major and I intend on pursuing a career in that field one day, but I will never have the chance to follow this dream of mine later in life. There’s going to be a mortgage, and a wife, and kids, and little league practice, and deadlines, and enough responsibilities to make my head explode. There’s no time like the present, and that applies doubly, triply and quadruply when you’re young enough to experiment with these things without throwing out the possibility of a long-term career. I don’t know if triply and quadruply are words, but you get my point. Youth+no responsibilities=freedom to try and find the thing that makes you truly happy. I’ve got the youth part covered, and once I graduate I’ll have nothing tying me down for the first time in my life. If you follow the formula, you can see that the sum of those two things will mean I can put my career on hold and explore the globe. I may not make as much money early on, but I know that when I’m an old man I’d like to look back at my early twenties and think about the great adventures I had rather than some cool car are a big TV.

The highway may get you to your final destination quicker, but there is just something so much more fulfilling about soaking in the world around you on a slow backroad.


This is one of the most epic videos I’ve ever seen. You guys remember a little while back when the guy (Felix Baumgartner) jumped from almost 25 miles in the air to Earth. Well here is some new footage of him falling with GoPros strapped all over him and the balloon he fell from. I love when Felix says “Sometimes you have to be really high, to understand how small you are” right before he takes the great leap.

The Scared White Boy Complex


Let’s talk racism, particularly racism between white people and black people, and the scared white boy complex. The scared white boy complex is an idea that white people have that all black people are these scary creatures that are out to steal and hurt all of the white people. This was me as a child. I was the definition of a scared white boy.

I grew up in your stereotypical, predominantly white, suburban town. The one big difference is that our town was right inside the borders of a county, which is about 90% black. Going to elementary school I was in my comfort zone with all my little white friends, but then came middle school. Middle school started mixing in all the kids from about 5 different elementary schools, and suddenly the scary black people were in my classes. Even then it still wasn’t all that mixed because they separated the classes by the “gifted” students and the “average” students. Most of those “gifted” kids were all the kids who came from the white elementary schools. I was still young enough at the time to be playing in pop warner football so I was still playing sports with mostly white kids. High school was a whole different animal though.

High school is really when the scared white kids had to start mingling with the scary black kids. I gave up football and started to wrestle. Like I said, I was in a county that was about 90% black, so most of the people I wrestled were black. My freshman year I was very intimidated by the black people I’d wrestle, who were usually a lot stronger than the white kids. I was a pussy back then, and got my ass beat pretty good that year. Then about halfway through my sophomore year I stopped looking as the black guys I was wrestling as the big scary black dudes, and I started viewing them just as an opponent. This is when the tables started to turn for my wrestling career, and I started doing good. Throughout the rest of the time I wrestled I wasn’t the scared little white boy that so many of my teammates were, and they weren’t scary black people to me anymore. Those guys turned into competition, practice partners, and ultimately friends. This is one of the reasons that sports like wrestling, football, basketball, and track are so great. They force people together to fight for the same goals, so that suddenly things as stupid as skin color start to become irrelevant.

The scared white boy complex does not just apply to children and teenagers though. It applies to most white people throughout America. They live in areas tucked away from all the “thugs” and “criminals”. The black people that live near them “act white”. If these white people were to actually start to interact with the so called “thugs” maybe their opinions might change. I see stuff in the news or on the internet all the time where grown men act like that scared little white boy intimidated by the black people. Maybe one day that frightened boy will grow into a man confident enough in himself to be able to look past the stereotypes.