Thursday, December 28, 2006

For the twisted, but not the broken...

Wow am I early in blogging today or what?! I rock. Okay, this idea came from serial killers I guess, and their pasts. It has to start somewhere doesn't it? I wonder about the nature of humans a lot. There are so many of us and we are all different, and let's face it, some of us are darn right sick in the head. How does this happen? What enables someone to be so sick? Well, what if that capacity was in all of us? Kinda freaky right? I started writing this on the 13th but added some new stuff to it today (or technically last night.)

Let 'er rip!
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The madness is what’s kept him sane, involuntary as it is. Regret always manages to sneak in after the fact, but the blessed madness is his friend, a life long friend.

The urges come and with it sanity fades. He is conscious during these bouts, but conscienceless. No, during these times, the world is his playground, and just like much of his childhood, he bloodied up playgrounds.

The decision to drown the rat was much like this, involuntary. As a boy, he found an injured rat in the field behind his house. He tried to save it and brought it in to show his mother what a good boy he was being. Only his mother shrieked and lambasted him, shooing him and the rat out of the farm house door with a broom. The rat made his mother not like him. The rat needed to be punished. The rat needed to die.

The boy followed the path along the stream, waiting until he reached the small wooden bridge. He climbed over the rock pile to get under the bridge. Like a modern day overpass, there was room on the side for a person to stand, a place to seek refuge from the elements. Only there was no place to take refuge from this element, from the madness that arises in the young, and turns darker yet with age. This drive, as elemental as thunder itself, comes from one small genetic variation. This variation only needs to be triggered by some childhood trauma to release the chains that bind the urge.

This variation is in 90% of the human race. The other ten percent? The other ten doesn’t need it triggered, it exists from birth.

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