I have to admit, they fascinate me, and nothing else. I’m not terrified of them, I just want to understand them. I love to see the people behind the monster and I’m frequently flamed for empathising with Jeffrey Dahmer. I just feel that most of them (the remorseful ones, anyway) are victims too. Like Jeffrey Dahmer could have been saved, in my opinion, if someone had reached out to him when they realised that he was fourteen-year-old alcoholic loner who collected roadkill to cut up. That’s not right. If his parents and teachers had taken notice, he probably wouldn’t have killed all those people.
Of course, I don’t know that for sure, but where I’m sitting (and I’ve read and watched practically everything) that’s what it boils down to. Other than that, the just fascinate me, because I do wonder what it would be like to kill someone, but I don’t have the balls to do it. They fascinate me because they have what it must take to say, “Right, I’m going to kill someone now.”
A lot of people think I idolise them, but I don’t. I just try to understand them.
April 7th, 2009 at 12:01am