Makkal, Aelisha, and Repentance:
I am not entirely sure I can understand what you mean by zero-empathy and non-zero-empathy. I will try to explain my own experience.
I can understand pain. For example, I can hit my thumb with a hammer, or, upon seeing someone else's thumb hit with a hammer, I can imagine what that has felt like when it has happened to me. However, such impressions have zero emotional content for me. I could see a person bleeding, and I will experience no emotional reaction or "connection" to them. I have to speak somewhat theoretically here, as I can't exactly say that I'm sure that I know what a "connection" would be. When someone around me has been injured, my typical responses have ranged from annoyance, to excitement at being able to act in an "emergency situation", that is, to demonstrate my ability to act decisively. Is this zero-empathy? Perhaps, although I note that I often experience my own pain at somewhat of a distance, myself.
I don't really see other people as imaginary objects - at all. I think they are real, living, human beings. Whatever that means, and good luck defining those terms. I simply have great difficulty - no, I find it impossible - to know what it is like to be them, or to know, as in, experientially, what they are feeling. I'm very good at guessing, very, very good, but I still sometimes make mistakes. So, I try to connect intellectually, and I find some people very interesting intellectually. Other people, well, I figure them out fairly quickly and get bored. Is this "zero-empathy"?
After this description, I imagine that most people would not want to trust me. And yet, unless you betray me, I'm one of the most trustworthy people out there. I love keeping personal secrets, and, because I am very good at lying, other people never manage to ferret them out of me. If you met me, you would think that I am a kind, generous, and listening person who is perhaps a bit over-eager, and a bit unsophisticated...a bit rough around the social edges.
On the other hand, I know a person who comes off as an earnest, caring, morally upright, quietly suffering christian woman. She will listen to you, try to relate to your experiences with her own in ways that I simply cannot match, and can talk with you for hours. And yet, she is one of the most sadistic and cruel people I have known. She takes everything you say and uses it to construct the most hurtful and piercing attacks on your self-hood she can. Before I cut off all ties with her, she actually managed to get to me once or twice, by attacking my life goals - virtually the only area I was vulnerable to. She's the only one who ever managed that, and I've been through some seriously messed up shit (or so I'm told).
The thing is, this person has managed to fool not just me, for a while, but hundreds of people. Her churches, her family, hell, her own husband, for decades. I even admire her ruthlessness and perceptiveness in the pursuit of her goals - it resembles my own, save that I
love to create things, and she loves to destroy people. But for an accident of birth, there go I, I think. And she has been, I suppose, far more successful at getting close to people to hurt them than I have been. This may be a simple function of interest - I don't particularly find hurting people to be all that interesting - but it does strike me that those who do find hurting people interesting have the most to gain from getting you to trust them. So much for the listening ear, eh?
I knew a couple who gave every impression of being one of the most secure, most loving couples I knew. They were high-school sweethearts, and they had been together for many, many years. They were just zany enough to be fun, just serious enough to be good parents, and just wise enough to be a good choice to talk to. And then, a little after their last child went to college, one of them told the other that they didn't love them anymore, that they wanted a divorce and everything went to shit. I remember this very well because they seemed to me to embody something I didn't have - love - and something that I really would have liked to experience, if only because it seemed to make others so happy. Well, so much for that, and so much for the jilted partner, eh?
Let me also speak to the concept of more business-like relationships. When I was an employee of a firm (I'm now a partner in a finishing company), I remember my boss telling me of an event which made a lasting impression on me: our client had offered some of our employees more money to quit working for us, and to do the job themselves. Technically, this was illegal, since one is supposed to have a license to do our sort of work (and quite reasonably so, since my particular variety of painting involves chemicals that can also function as rocket fuel). Nonetheless, they took the offer, and the client promptly told us and our contract (it often costs more for us to sue than to write off a contract) to fuck off. Then, when our former employees finished their work, the client told them to fuck off as well, because they were operating illegally. And yet, this client was and is considered to be an upstanding member of the community.
...This is why one asks for progress payments, eh?
I have tried to use stories here because I find that they work better. I don't understand how to connect with people myself. I simply can't. Please see why I'm telling these stories.
"But Vikarion," you say, "if you really don't care for others, why are you bothering?". Well, yes, it is true that I have no emotional attachment to any of you. But, see, I would like to be seen as caring, and while I don't particularly care for you, I have no particular hatred for you either. Indeed, I actually find people interesting and want to be around them, so, intellectually, trying to exercise care for others can be in my best interest. Also, I want to be right. And, of course, I'd like to make life harder for the fuckers who have, at times, caused me problems. In terms of game theory, I play straight - tit for tat - and so I am better off if I tip you off to cheaters. I made the choice to play by the (arbitrary) rules a long time ago, and it infuriates me when others think they can do better. Fuck all motherfucking fuckers, to go a bit Tim Minchin, if you will.
Ok, that objection dealt with, let's return to the main point: should you trust people?
Well, you have to trust someone, with something, sure. Perhaps I came off a bit strong. I think the three posters I referenced at the top had some good things to say. But, on the other hand, my aggressive caution is not unwarranted.
It truly is the case that those who have the most to gain by getting you to trust them are the least trustworthy. Let us take my case, versus the case of the woman I referenced above. In her case, she has every reason to get you to trust her: she derives much of her enjoyment and self-validation from her ability to hurt others at their core. I've seen her do it repeatedly, and it's the only time she seems really happy. I, on the other hand, am less interested in getting you to trust me, because the only thing I get out of it is a tiny ego boost from managing to uphold some arbitrary rule about integrity - in short, my ability to measure up to a standard. This, to me, is far less rewarding than the sheer orgasmic mental pleasure of creating something interesting or valuable, an activity that I pursue with an obsession that borders on near addiction in my life. As in, I have worked about 38 hours as of this Wednesday night, and already want to go back to work. Therefore, I have no drive to get you to trust me, especially since doing so might involve a certain amount of time in activities I am bored by. But that woman, a person who I have seen ruin entire
lives, has every reason on earth to work on you until you embrace her, body and soul. You should be afraid of that kind of person.
Similarly, in business and money affairs, the con artist has more of a reason to get your trust than the honest businessman. To the businessman, you are another account, and you are valuable to the extend that he makes a small margin of profit. Yes, valuable, but not overwhelmingly so. But, to the con artist, you are everything to him - he intends to take you for everything that you are, for all of your money, and you are the full measure to him of everything he can take you for. Right up until he does.
Of course, you have to trust some people. Hell, I trust some people. My best friend is a somewhat overweight, messy, unhealthy intellectually-minded guy who is working on a Ph.d in International Relations or Political Science or some such shit - I can't remember. I've told him more about myself than almost anyone else - not so much because I need to, as because, as introverted and taciturn as he is, he is far more "human" than I am. I get a lot from him, not least his explanations of what "morality" is, which is distinct from my simple adoption of an arbitrary set of ethics.
But please, please, be careful who you trust, and never trust one person with everything. Never give any one person the power to ruin you. Always hold something back, keep something special for yourself. People change, people pretend, and people make mistakes. Keep something back, so that you have something
to be, so that, when you are betrayed, you will be able to look them in the eye and truthfully say "you didn't ever have all of me". Keep something back, so that you'll always be just a little mysterious and interesting. Don't ever let the cheaters win.
I hope this has made some sense. I've tried to make it do so.
-luvvies, Vikkie <3