Guineapigged wrote:
Yup, I've been through a murder phase as well. More specifically, the murder of young children. I even had "favourite" cases.
I remember one time I went with my Dad to buy a Christmas tree, and as the guy was putting it through the baler, I said something like, "That would be good for putting bodies in because it would stop their arms and legs flapping around". They both just stared at me and I realised I'd said something weird, so I tried to clear it up by adding, "I mean dead bodies".
I still cringe when I think about it.
I know what you mean xD. I've always been very quiet... so I never had that kind of troubles, but now I remember something, and it's very funny. In 2009 (because I forgot how to say the last year of the first part of high school), my maths teacher, wasn't coming to school because her father died. Of course I was glad, not for the death, but for going home early. One month later, she wasn't showing up again, and I said something like: "Please tell me her mother just died". My classmates stared at me and Then yelled "NO!" one friend said : "are you crazy?" Oh damn, that was so embarrassing...
MiatheMutant wrote:
I have the serial killer obsession, too. I think it's wonderful, if only because there's plenty of material available about it and it can easily branch off into something else if I start to get bored. It's also fun to sit on a bench at my university and compare the people who walk by with murderers I've read about. I have some amazing hobbies.
Reading about serial killers is such an amazing hobby !
But l write, I write until I'm done with my thoughts and feel tired of blinking. Last year, I suffered the worst bullying I could ever imagine. I was so depressed and that obsession "ate" me. I was constantly thinking about serial killers, and scenarios. I thought I was going crazy, but it was all mixing up inside my poor head. I wrote a blog describing the feelings that if I was a serial killer I would use to kill. Sadly, one of my classmates found it out, and told to the principal. I have a huge and notorious record. I went to the psychologist, and well... that's the story of why did I get here.
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?I?m alive,? said Douglas. ?But what?s the use? They?re more alive than me. How come? How come?
And standing alone, he knew the answer, staring down at his motionless feet?
-Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine