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likesthecoat) wrote2007-10-24 12:03 am
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whistling past graveyards

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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And then there's monsters, serial killers, rapists, kidnappers. And worse.
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The only thing that gets me through the day most of the time is knowing the opposite's true as well. No matter what evil you find, there's always the people willing to die to beat it.
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But even if most of the adults are a loss, there are a lot of kids on this planet, aren't there?
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Yes, there are, and they're all worth protecting, but it's easier on the human mind to put a face and a name on an issue than try to understand the vast numbers that actually exist.
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Not that you should want kids, necessarily. Only pointing out that sometimes they just...happen. And not in the broken condom sort of way.
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I think that concludes my emo hour for today. I apologize.
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