uberreiniger | The only thing more annoying than wanting catfish at four-thirty a.m. (Reply)

...Is wanting to research serial killers at four-thirty a.m. I remember the days before I had this job and I'd stay up until, well, until about now and darn near every night I could guarantee that A&E or the Discovery Channel or something like that would run some juicy episode of "American Justice" or "Forensics Files" featuring the tale of a serial killer. Great or small, famous or obscure, it was there and I just took it for granted, just pissed it away like so much of my youth. *sigh* Granted, I could just net search to my heart's content with the computer right in front of me, but I *am* working and somehow I just think that's probably the last thing I need to slogging into H&R Block's Cookies file.

Don't ask me why I'm fascinated by this stuff. I'm not some violent misogynist who gets off on autopsy reports or garbage like that. I think deep down there's just a part of me that really wanted to be a detective or forensics specialist. Early on in college it was a serious toss-up for me between going into sociology/psychology and art/theatre. Well, we all know what I chose, now don't we? Not saying I regret it, of course. I don't at all. But there's still a part of me that yearns to crusade for justice and protect the world from bad people and I think it will always be there. Hopefully this will never lead to greater problems like writing hack detective novels of my own free will.