whistling past graveyards

[likesthecoat]

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You know, it's not every day in this job that the bad guys are ordinary people.

It's happened before, of course. What we thought was something malicious and powerful turned out to be petty and small. But still evil. Make no mistake about that.

This . . . I can't say it was evil. More that it was desperate--the same kind of desperation that drives people into a frenzy to feel.

When I want to feel alive, I run. I swim. I cook. I visit family. I talk to friends. If I'm very lucky, I make love.

I can't imagine a life so empty that the only thing that gives it purpose is to risk death.

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[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

It feels like being betrayed, doesn't it? Like you're doing your best to help these people, only to find out that they're just as bad as what you're trying to protect them from. Sometimes worse.

Risking death though...that's a very effective way of feeling alive. There are other, better ways, but that will do it just about every time.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

But meaninglessly? Just for the sake of the rush? Sure, it's effective, but it's also pointless if you're only doing it for the adrenaline.

[rockscientist.livejournal.com]

No. Not meaninglessly.

At least, I wouldn't do it for no good reason, but...if that's all you had, and it was the only way you could feel alive, if you had no family, no friends, no one to make love to, I can almost understand why someone would do that.

[morethanteaboy.livejournal.com]

One of the men who died had a good job, a wife and a child.

I don't understand it at all.