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Close your eyes and then it's past—story of my life
Sunday, May 18th, 2003 09:07 pmI had something to say, and now I've forgotten it.
Oh yes.
In psych class this year, with N_____, we've watched a lot of documentaries.
Some of them are pretty scary—you find yourself watching a six year old girl named Beth converse frankly about how she wanted to kill everyone in her family, watch thieves act stupid over & over again and get caught and plead for the camera to be turned off because they're crying, but nothing is sacred. and you ask yourself How can these people do these insane things? How can these people not think they're going to get caught?
And then you wonder how can these camera men literally, physically stand to watch these people screw themselves over again and again?
It's not that you (or I) ever think that it's uneducational. Believe me, if I had any aspirations about a life of crime, I have been fully educated as to the dangers and the incessant stupidity running rampant in said life, and will no longer do it. But ... how can people just watch while other people's lives fall apart, and film it?
It takes a certain fortitude to hit record and keep recording.
Sometimes, I feel like this journal is my documentary.
Oh yes.
In psych class this year, with N_____, we've watched a lot of documentaries.
Some of them are pretty scary—you find yourself watching a six year old girl named Beth converse frankly about how she wanted to kill everyone in her family, watch thieves act stupid over & over again and get caught and plead for the camera to be turned off because they're crying, but nothing is sacred. and you ask yourself How can these people do these insane things? How can these people not think they're going to get caught?
And then you wonder how can these camera men literally, physically stand to watch these people screw themselves over again and again?
It's not that you (or I) ever think that it's uneducational. Believe me, if I had any aspirations about a life of crime, I have been fully educated as to the dangers and the incessant stupidity running rampant in said life, and will no longer do it. But ... how can people just watch while other people's lives fall apart, and film it?
It takes a certain fortitude to hit record and keep recording.
Sometimes, I feel like this journal is my documentary.
