Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Not a Mr. Nice Guy post
When I was a little girl, we played outside all the time. We rode our bikes down a seldom used dirt road next to our house. We were never frightened of someone stealing us. We were scared of an abandoned old house we had to ride by. We always stopped before the house and played a few hands of one potato, two potato.....to see who had to ride by it first. We played kick the can, went ice skating, played hide-n-seek and tag. We built forts and treehouses from scraps of wood (my dad was a carpenter) and were allowed to use hammers and nails. We rode in the back of a pick-up truck, never wore seat belts and our parents smoked cigarettes around us. What changed the world as I knew it? The story in the news about the two girls from Illinois just sickens me. Absolutely makes me want to puke. Why, why would someone do that to those girls? Two innocent little girls, best friends, riding their bikes, on their way home. It totally boggles my mind. In this world we live in, I hear so many horrible things happening everyday that it almost hardens me against emotion. However, this story made me weep. What's even sadder to me is if it is true and turns out to be the father of one of them and that a parent could even do that. What made me think about this was last night I was watching the show Medium . I normally enjoy this show because I find the supernatural fascinating. However, last night's show was too gruesome for me to really watch. I know the show is based on real life cases but some of them, I don't think need to be retold. This story was of a doctor who heard voices telling him to murder and disembowel young girls while they were in his care at the doctor's office. Of course, they had to show this scene and also show the parent at the doctor's with the child, in a dimension of panic and grief that no human should ever have to withstand. I couldn't watch. But at the same time....I didn't feel anything. I actually had to think about how I should feel. Is this from being exposed to this type of thing too often? Or am I just strange?