I am Dexter

I have started watching Dexter, a TV series where the protagonist (Dexter) is a serial killer. Disturbingly, I find myself relating way too much to Dexter. A lot of the things he says are things I have thought before. Not about any of the murders... but about not having emotions and faking social interactions.

Sometimes the show plays what Dexter is thinking over what he is actually saying. For example, to a crying woman, out loud he will say, "yeah that is really sad," but the thought that plays over this will be something like, "Thats what happens when you care too much".

He realizes when something is sad, determines the socially acceptable way to respond to it, and then responds in that manner without feeling anything in particular about it. I think I do this sometimes. Not always.

Life Is Wierd

Drag Racing

When I get old I want to be just like her:

The team went to Chicago this weekend for a meet (and dominated everyone and everything) and on the way through downtown, this woman was not playing games. She pulled up next to the van at a stop light and inched into the intersection. She never looked at us, but she knew we were there and she knew what she was doing. It was on. You could tell by her posture and the way that she played off the confrontation as if it were not even occurring that she used to and still does live the typical Chi-town thug life.

Her demeanor would have probably scared off a lesser foe, but not us. We all still felt a little invincible after destroying at our meet. As soon as the light turned green the lady ate 12-passenger van dust. TAKE THAT YOU OLD GANGSTA!