gwenevyn wrote:
Tequila wrote:
It's nice to show you admired someone that bursts into a college and murders young people. You are sick in the head and need help.
I've read that it is not at all uncommon for young women to have an interest in learning more about the perpetrators of violent crimes. It seems more an issue of (perhaps misdirected) compassion and a desire to understand something that is not easy to comprehend. It doesn't mean there's something wrong with the minds of people who feel that way, but I think they might need help understanding what sorts of folks are safe to be around. To that end, the fascination with killers is a good thing, as reading up on the subject will uncover information about sociopathic behavior. Everybody could probably benefit from knowing what to look out for, in that respect. I certainly wish I'd known, before I met one.
gwenevyn, sorry, but that made me laugh... not to knock what you've read, but tequlia is more correct.
(not that i know for sure about ana54)
BUT. i do know about myself, and i sometimes admire people who commit violent crimes because i am sometimes a homocidal maniac, but a cowardly one, because i don't want to be caged in jail, so i don't actually kill all the people i think about killing... but when i hear about people who DO finally snap and go on a killing spree, i feel a kind of fierce pride and kinship for them. they finally did it. they made a clean break. they are free. they are fearless now, while i stay motionless and just hear guns over and over again in my head.
somedays, what i wish for most, is that i could be just a bit more selfish and have a bit less conscience... that i could just walk down the street shooting, uncaring if they stop me, because i am so obviously already dead.
Edit: admire is the wrong word. i don't admire them. i
envy them. that's more accurate.
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