Creepy Update.
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angelakHere's an update about the realities of working in a police department.
Okay. So I just got back from doing more work. Wow. I know I’m stupid and all that, but once I start talking to detectives [especially one of them in particular] I become interested in the things they do and see. So when they share it with me, I don’t stop them due to my own morbid curiosity. Of course, I’m pretty sheltered in certain ways as is believable.
But my own curiosity is more on the realistic side of things, versus movies and video games. So per se, when I show interest in drug pictures and this sort… it actually encourages him to show me more. Of course, when Brian says, “want to see something really gross?” I always say, “yes,” and then find myself staring at photographs of some crack addicts’ detached arm that they dragged out of the morgue where they froze it, when they needed to fingerprint him to see who the vegetable of a man was [apparently they housed him in the jail].
It’s a weird thing. Or when testing out the E911 dictophone to make sure it worked, listening to a 911 call where there is literally blood curdling screams [realer than anything I've ever heard before, referring that something really, really horrible or painful was occurring] in the background and nothing else [for an instant.] Some interesting things. It’s weird how the cops don’t even view the people they deal with as really, people. It’s clear to me, they detach themselves, as one would have to…
Or watching a video clip from Iraq through an infrared camera as people are blown to bits and you can see the body parts flying. Anyway. Random. Listening to Brian watch and laugh, somehow made me sick to my stomach to think that it be funny in any way.
Because to me, regardless of who or what, that is a human being blown to bits, someone fearing for their life, someone in a bad place, bad situation, bad time. But what do I know. I’m not desensitized. In a way, I almost force myself to look, so that I too, may watch and not care that it’s real and disgusting.
-Angela
Okay. So I just got back from doing more work. Wow. I know I’m stupid and all that, but once I start talking to detectives [especially one of them in particular] I become interested in the things they do and see. So when they share it with me, I don’t stop them due to my own morbid curiosity. Of course, I’m pretty sheltered in certain ways as is believable.
But my own curiosity is more on the realistic side of things, versus movies and video games. So per se, when I show interest in drug pictures and this sort… it actually encourages him to show me more. Of course, when Brian says, “want to see something really gross?” I always say, “yes,” and then find myself staring at photographs of some crack addicts’ detached arm that they dragged out of the morgue where they froze it, when they needed to fingerprint him to see who the vegetable of a man was [apparently they housed him in the jail].
It’s a weird thing. Or when testing out the E911 dictophone to make sure it worked, listening to a 911 call where there is literally blood curdling screams [realer than anything I've ever heard before, referring that something really, really horrible or painful was occurring] in the background and nothing else [for an instant.] Some interesting things. It’s weird how the cops don’t even view the people they deal with as really, people. It’s clear to me, they detach themselves, as one would have to…
Or watching a video clip from Iraq through an infrared camera as people are blown to bits and you can see the body parts flying. Anyway. Random. Listening to Brian watch and laugh, somehow made me sick to my stomach to think that it be funny in any way.
Because to me, regardless of who or what, that is a human being blown to bits, someone fearing for their life, someone in a bad place, bad situation, bad time. But what do I know. I’m not desensitized. In a way, I almost force myself to look, so that I too, may watch and not care that it’s real and disgusting.
-Angela
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Date: 2004-04-21 10:37 am (UTC)Growing up (and still now), I always thought violence in movies and video games was cool and sometimes funny. Like watching a guy catch on fire in Grand Theft Auto 3 was pretty funny (I still think that). But I know that's just a video game.
I was on this website...it was called...fuck, I can't remember the name, but they have all this crazy shit...porn, foreign commercials, and deaths. They showed a person on the ground, alive, and then someone shoving the bayonet of a gun through his head. It was disgusting and there was nothing funny about it.
That's just it.
Date: 2004-04-21 11:34 am (UTC)Of course that's what I speak of. We've seen video games and movies a 100 times over. That's obviously not real.
The difference of interest is when it really IS real, and you know it's real. That these situations weren't just some reproduction-- that it actually happens ALL the time. Merely, I could care less, basically, about laughing at video games and what have you. But reality is where it comes in. And unlike finding it on a random website, finding it in a professional environment, is a little different. You see people handling it, and it is just there as it is an everyday occurance [which it is.]
It's not some "reality SHOW," it's what those shows are based off of. Totally different world, really. Least, that's how I view it. It's not per se, tramatizing or anything. It's just a different side of reality that I doubt a lot of people do get to see. Jeah.
-Karen
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Date: 2004-04-22 11:54 am (UTC)~Lb
P.S. Have fun on your vacation!