This is an IM conversation I had today with a friend.  Names have been changed to protect the sociopathic.

(10:56:16 AM) Friend: you up for lunch later?
(10:56:31 AM) me: Uh, well, why the hell not, right?
(10:57:01 AM) Friend: exactly. you would not be happy if I die this weekend and you gave up the last chance to eat lunch with me.
(10:57:34 AM) me: No, but my guilt would be assuaged by the thought of going through your stuff and reallocating that cool keyboard to my cube.
(10:57:37 AM) me: know what I mean?
(10:58:40 AM) Friend: oh yea, I’m a sociopath. I don’t feel any emotional attachment to other people. I live in a world of cardboard cutouts. I wouldn’t feel bad very long at all.

Maybe I should submit this to bash.org.  Or, maybe I should work on developing relationships with people who are sane.