The Impostor

A few weekends ago an acquaintance who turned into an exceptionally fun drunk decided to loudly “read everyone to filth”  in the living room of our airbnb. 

His assessments were mostly accurate and he was very into it so everyone was laughing. 

At one point he turned to me and exclaimed: “YOU ARE A SOCIOPATH! YOU’RE A SOCIOPATH MY FRIEND!” like the gears turned in his mind and it just now clicked. Like he just saw a ghost in me. Like he just realized I’m the impostor.

I laughed it off, but did not forget. It’s a shame he can’t know how right he was. We barely even talk. A perceptive fellow for sure.