Few people know that, according to an unknown survey, antisocial personality disorder is an uncorrectable personality defect that accounts for 4% of the population.

In other words, one out of every 25 people around you is likely to be an antisocial personality.

People with antisocial personality disorder often behave in a way that goes against social norms, social norms and norms, and they are accustomed to it.

They are self-centered, they only have themselves in their minds and ignore others, and they never care about the pain of others.

These people also have a marked lack of self-control and often behave out of control, making them impulsive and self-willed, having difficulty maintaining deep interpersonal relationships, and not feeling guilty or unable to learn from their mistakes, even though they know that they have behaved wrongly.

Once these people are bound to high intelligence, they are often more difficult to identify, and the potential aggression in their hearts is often a bomb buried around people that will explode at any time.

They will kill someone for no reason, who has no grievances, who they don't even know.

Think about it, do you have people like that around you? Do they often stare at you secretly?

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Weng Tao is an ordinary construction worker on the construction site, and like ordinary workers, he looks a little old at 34 years old, and those who don't know him think he is almost 40 years old.

Weng Tao doesn't like to sneak into people, and he doesn't think he has antisocial personality disorder.

He just felt that he shouldn't have been a construction worker, and he thought so highly of himself that he once went to a law department at a university to sit in on a class taught by an old professor.

When he was listening to lectures, he always arrived early and sat in the seat closest to the podium, thinking that the closer he sat to the professor, the faster he would accept knowledge.

He is over 30 years old and still unmarried, and he can't look down on the rural girls introduced to him by the villagers, "I am a person who has listened to a professor's lectures, and the quality of those college students is not as good as mine, and these people who have not graduated from junior high school can also be worthy of me?"

Weng Tao completely forgot that he was only a junior high school graduate, but he didn't care at all.

When he went to listen to the lectures, he always looked at the law girls aggressively, and went back to boast to his co-workers: "The law girls are very temperamental, and they are my future wives." ”

In the evening of that day, Weng Tao got off work, wearing a dirty T-shirt, rolling up the warehouse pipe, dragging a pair of old flip-flops, and holding a set of precious suits in both hands, and walked into a tailor shop not far from the construction site.

The tailor shop is small, the most obvious of which is an old-fashioned sewing machine with an iron on it, which doubles as an ironing business, and all kinds of cheap clothes hanging on vertical hangers on both sides, with prices ranging from 10 to 15 yuan, and a variety of second-hand camouflage clothes and rubber shoes on the ground.

Weng Tao solemnly handed over the suit to the shopkeeper and asked for ironing, but the shopkeeper took it casually, threw it directly on the table next to him, picked up the iron and said indifferently: "Five yuan." ”

Seeing the shopkeeper despise his noble suit so much, Weng Tao was a little annoyed in his heart, but he thought that he was a highly educated talent, and dealing with such a Riba person would only lower his taste.

So he said with a straight face: "Money is not a problem, you iron me neatly, don't get dirty, I'm going to attend an important high-end meeting." ”

When he said the words 'important' and 'high-end', he involuntarily raised his head, deliberately accentuated his tone, and looked proud.

- In fact, he just wants to have a meal in a Western restaurant and experience the life of a so-called high-end person.

The shopkeeper squinted at Weng Tao for a moment, and he came to iron a 5 yuan suit, what to put it on? And this suit is simply a cheap commodity of dozens of yuan, who wears such clothes to attend a high-end meeting?

The shopkeeper muttered two words silently in his heart, pretending to be forced. "Why don't you go to other places to iron it? I won't pay for the damage of this shop, a high-end person like you, will I not delay your meeting if I break it for you?"

"What's, hurry, hurry. ”

Weng Tao looked disdainful, pretending to solemnly want to raise his hand to look at the time, but suddenly found that he was not wearing a watch on his wrist.

But he is not embarrassed, how can a person like himself who should be pacing in high-end occasions understand that such a person who only charges 5 yuan for ironing a suit can understand?

Oh, ironing a suit is only 5 yuan, and people like this who don't know how to be motivated are destined to nest in such a low-level store for the rest of their lives.

Take the ironed suit back to the workers' dormitory.

Weng Tao took a shower, solemnly took out the pair of second-hand high-end leather shoes from the shoebox, put on a suit, buttoned up the shirt, and spitted and wiped the bald hair on his forehead.

Weng Tao felt that he had a very temperament, especially his white face, which was completely different from the tanned workers on the construction site.

More and more, he felt that he should be a person living in high society.

After finishing up, Weng Tao brought 300 yuan, usually he eats in the small shop next to the construction site, 10 yuan can make a few dishes, not enough can be added, he thought about the Western restaurant he picked, 300 yuan should be enough for a meal.

Grabbing the "Supreme People's Procuratorate Bulletin" that he often reads, as well as his own notebook, and the "Perfume: A Murderer's Story" that he often bragged to his co-workers, Weng Tao walked out of the workers' dormitory.

Looking at the workers who have nothing to do and can only brag and fart after work, Weng Tao thought to himself, these people who do not seek to be motivated are really sad.

Arrogantly took a taxi to the western restaurant, and when he went upstairs, someone was smoking in the elevator, Weng Tao was suddenly dissatisfied, how could there be such an unqualified person in such a high-end place as the western restaurant?

Weng Tao wanted to stop talking, but looking at the gold watch on the man's wrist and the bulging wallet in his hand, he suddenly felt that this person was still quite aura, like a big man.

- Maybe a place like a Western restaurant, which is very upscale to him, is like a small restaurant next to the construction site he usually goes to.

Weng Tao was suddenly relieved, but there was a wave of envy in his heart, when did he enter a Western restaurant like this person, and follow up the cheapest restaurant?

When he came to the western restaurant, the high-end restaurant did not disappoint Weng Tao, the elegant decoration, the polite waiter, and the pianist playing in the center of the restaurant, Weng Tao was instantly intoxicated.

Why can't I understand such a beautiful piano music? So Weng Tao pretended to be familiar with the waiter: "What kind of music is this?" ”

The waiter smiled and replied, "Songs from a Secret Garden." ”

Weng Tao nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, I heard it in Lin'an Concert Hall before, but I didn't think about it for a while." After speaking, he straightened his chest without a trace, as if he had really gone to the concert hall to listen to it, and he was quite angry.

The waiter led Weng Tao to sit down in one place and handed over the menu.

Weng Tao took it and looked at it, dumbfounded, the cheapest set meal on the menu cost more than five hundred, and he only brought three hundred yuan.

The key is that his mobile phone is still old-fashioned, and he doesn't have a bank card, so it's impossible to transfer money or swipe the card.

Weng Tao was difficult to ride the tiger, gritted his teeth and ordered a 700 package, and after the waiter left, he ran to the toilet to call the worker with a better relationship and asked him to send money.

Thinking that the workers were about to come to such a 'high-end' restaurant dirty, and were despised by all kinds of elegant people, Weng Tao felt very regretful in his heart.

Why didn't you bring more money with you? Causing your friends to be despised by others, what a shadow this must have left in the hearts of your friends!

Sad, how sad!