I had a reasonably hard day of work behind me and a head full of cotton, so I figured I’d watch some TV, ‘cause that’s about as efficient in making my headspace go all nice and blank as staring into a fire.

Turns out sometimes not so much.

Here’s what I wound up watching – a documentary about homelessness complete with interviews of the sixteen year old daughter who’s mother is working as a prostitute. The girl saying “the worst thing isn’t that I know she’s doing it, the worst thing is she tells me about it”. A documentary about serial killers from the perspective of the criminologists doing active research on guys like Elmer Wayne Henley and a deeply disturbing piece of social commentary.

I think the part that freaked me out about the psychopaths was probably the German serial killer who had been let out after having served ten years (he had racked up a body count in the double digits) and who was now volunteering as a Santa at a local Christmas market. His priest thought it was wonderful how people can change… Five minutes in to the interview my hackles are all the way up already and then the guy starts talking about how he’s clairvoyant and can see peoples auras and sometimes he can see the ones who are ready to die. It’s okay, though, he loves working with little children. The joy on their faces makes him happy.

Yeah. Alright.

What we all know about psychopaths … well, one of the things we should all know, though maybe I have a head start here, I’ve studied some criminology and I’ve made a special study of guys like this, is that they don’t actually change. They can’t be cured. They are also, by their very nature, manipulative and charming and can pretty much sell ice to an Eskimo. It’s actually in the profile.

So – I think I should maybe go back to controlled viewing for a while, ‘cause I got a little too much human nature heaped over me there in a very short space of time.

And my headspace wound up filled with stuff that was the very opposite of nice and blank.

Damn it.

ROL