There’s a thrill that comes with watching others’ suffering, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. As a voyeur, I’ve always been drawn to the darkest corners of human experience, where people’s masks slip and their true nature is revealed. It’s a rush like no other, a mix of schadenfreude and morbid curiosity that I just can’t get enough of. I’ve watched as people’s relationships crumble, their lives unravel, and their sanity snap. It’s a never-ending parade of humanity’s ugliness, and I’m hooked.
People often ask me why I’m so drawn to this sort of thing, and the answer is simple: it’s because I’m a sociopath. I don’t feel empathy the way normal people do, and that lack of emotional connection allows me to observe the world with a clarity that’s both fascinating and repulsive. I’ve watched as people’s darkest secrets are exposed, their deepest fears revealed, and their most private moments shared with the world. It’s a world of hurt and humiliation, and I’m the unapologetic voyeur who gets off on it.
But it’s not all about the suffering, of course. It’s also about the thrill of the chase, the cat-and-mouse game of trying to catch someone in the act of something shameful or scandalous. I’ve spent hours stalking people online, waiting for them to make a mistake, to slip up and reveal their true selves. It’s a game of psychological manipulation, where I use my wit and charm to get what I want, and I always come out on top. And when I finally catch them in the act, oh, it’s a feeling like no other.
>Soulkyn