I have some words for you to read... they are from a story called the second safest city in america. Teenagers on the rampage and so on, boring stuff.
Is it hard to discern sarcasm from text. Sometimes I hear it in my head. I can't tell. Sarcasm is ephemeral I guess. For a while people might think you're being funny. Later on you're just an asshole. What was the point of this blog again? To archive an asshole. And so:
I was thinking about airplanes. More specifically, I was visualizing the bolts up the side of an airplane, like the tacking on a piece of leather furniture. It’s as thin as skin, the way I think about it. It had been two years since I had last flown anywhere. If my family went on vacation, or I was given the chance to do anything that involved air travel, I opted out. Then I didn’t really think of it as a fear, more of avoidance. Deferment? Really, I had lost trust. I could not accept being held thousands of miles off the ground by a stranger.
If you start to think about how the mind of a man can simply malfunction, how it can fail and it can do so in such a way that everyone around that man is in danger. Imagine there is a circle around him, this malfunctioning man, and imagine that circle acts as a sort of destruction radius. Now that you have this malfunctioning man with his radius of destruction take him and put him on a 747. Point that 747 toward any large city, then trigger that malfunction (or maybe it was triggered long ago). You realize that we are all susceptible at any time. I remember this in detail because it is something I think about even now. There are people all around us and it doesn’t take much to flip that switch. At that time though I didn’t understand. Like I said, I didn’t think of it as fear. I didn’t trust anyone...