Morbid Curiosity
It just isn’t Richmond without hearing the symphony of sirens 5-6 times per day. Normally, they just pass through, a teaser of some hoodlums wrong doings, I think nothing of it and carry about my day.
But if you’re lucky you’ll get the full 10 minute orchestration, sometimes with encore performances of 5 minutes or longer. Today, I was in the middle of today’s performance, oh the thrill.
Oddly though, I actually had to stop myself and say ‘Oh thats not safe, you shouldn’t go down there and check it out like the curious cat you naturally are’. Damn it. I wanted to see some blood. So I pouted silently while making a mental note to check the news later in the day to see what happened. (I never remember to do that).
Curiosity is a strange thing. It drove me to watch 2 girls 1 cup, (which by the way is down right disappointing), it was responsible for my secret page views of rotten.com. I feel I can stomach anything, nothing is too gross for me. And I like to push my limits.
So that to me is what curiosity is more about, its about pushing myself. But never will I EVER EVER check out bonsai kitty again. ANY.THING.BUT.THAT.
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