What happens when you hurt a psychopath?
Depends. Context matters, so does the intent behind your question.
Do you mean emotionally?
Nothing. There is no such thing as hurting a psychopath’s feelings. If a person gets their feelings hurt, they have an emotional makeup that is not psychopathic in nature. We don’t care what you think, what you want, or what you do emotionally. However, that doesn’t mean that your intent isn’t clear to us. Was your intention to be a douchebag that is trying to be a little emotional terrorist?
I won’t feel anything about that, but your lack of respect tells me a great deal about your character, and I will cease dealing with you. I don’t bother with emotionally immature individuals that have nothing better to bring to a disagreement than tantrum throwing. The fact it doesn’t affect me does not erase your motives and what those motives say about you.
Do you mean physically? The circumstances will determine that. Are you someone that has bad intentions toward me? That is likely to go poorly for you. Are you a friend that made a mistake?
Story time.
I was at a friend’s house for a BBQ. There were lots of people about, tons of activity, and things still being cooked and made in the kitchen. I enjoy cooking and was helping out my friend in that regard. We are talking and working, she is chopping up things for a pasta salad. A really good pasta salad that she promised to make for me again, and hasn’t. That part is just for her because I am sending her this answer, and I want my damn salad, woman. It’s been almost ten years with no salad…..
Then again, I might be forfeiting the salad because she hates this story…. Guess we’ll see.
So there she is chopping away with something like this;
and the knife slips, falling off the counter, and right into my foot. I was wearing sandals, and the tops were entirely open and my feet bare there. The knife stuck straight up, and she gasped, absolutely horrified.
You have to understand, this is a person that, for the most part, (and let me emphasize that) for the most part is the kindest person you will meet. I wouldn’t advise most people cross her, however. She has compassion and love for pretty much anything, especially if you are her friend. Or if you are fuzzy, four-legged, and cute. Then her friends can get bent, something needs petting. In her mind, she just stabbed a friend. The copious–
OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!
I AM SOOOOOO SORRY!!!!!
–immediately followed. She’s freaking out, other people are freaking out, and I am just staring at the knife, intrigued. Then…… I laughed. I thought it was funny as hell. There is a knife…… in my foot. It’s just standing there. It’s hysterical.
Well, now the knife needs to come out, and out it comes. The cut is so deep, that it doesn’t bleed immediately. Then, like a well filling, it did. A lot. We clean up my foot, and she gets a disinfectant to make sure it isn’t infected with my absent pasta salad ingredients and says;
“This is going to hurt, though.” I shrugged and said go for it. I didn’t respond to the pain, and I didn’t get angry. It was noticed, and a couple of people commented on my calmness through it all.
The end of it was a decent cut, but the bruising covered over half my foot in deep purple for a good while. No more sandals until that was gone for certain.
As I said, context matters.