I have several journal entries about the TV show Criminal Minds, so it must be bothering me.
My younger son got me hooked. I swore off watching it. I started again.
I love the personalities on the team, especially Penelope Garcia and Spencer Reid, and how they all care for one another and understand one another. I am fascinated with the depiction of their scarily close understanding of the minds of the criminals.
But the criminals themselves are frightening. The brutality and inventiveness of ways to cause pain to other humans is beyond creepy--not something I want to put into my head.
It's not the show to watch before bed, and not a good one for when you are home alone and have to open all the first floor windows because you are running the self-clean cycle on your over, and smoke is pouring out.
Yet I am drawn in again and again. I am reminded of the phrase from Heart of Darkness, "fascination with the abomination." Like you can't look away from the dead animal in the road.
This post really doesn't go well with my last post, but that's what happens sometimes.
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