Nightmare world- looking through the stained glass window.
It was at the age of 14 when I worked out that most people suck. My parents were still living together but going through a very messy separation. They hated each other. They hated me. I had them beat. I hated the world.
One afternoon in a rage against the injustice of it all, I slammed the front door so hard that the stained glass window in the door shattered. The glass looked beautiful, broken and cracked but still in its frame. It was over 100 years old.
My parents were angry but determined. They called all the experts in the city. Nothing the same. They bought the best replacement glass they could. (Check the house pic. It’s still there.) It was not as good as the original glass. It wasn't even the same color.
Can you imagine what it was like to be reminded of this twice every day? First leaving the house in the morning and then coming home from school?
It was my first experience that some things can't be replaced.
One of my good friends was murdered twice recently. (He is still a connection so I wised up and restricted viewing access of my connections. The privacy settings are behind your miniaturized photo on the top right of your homepage.)
How can someone be murdered twice you might logically ask?
The first time was physical and is unsolved. The second assassination was his character by stooges in the press. This needed to be clarified because murder is emotion not logic. After the media exposure his LinkedIn profile rocketed into my top 10 for profile views. It's still there now. I don't want to look at the top 10 viewed page anymore and I don't need to click on his profile. I am looking from the other side of the stained glass window.
If Kenda from Homicide Hunter was on the case it would likely be solved. It was already one of my favourite TV shows. Now I devour the new episodes with the intensity of a trainee detective. I see the inconsistencies of the murder investigation. I conclude that Kenda must be cloned and sent to every police station in the world.
I think my friend would like to have seen that. When we first became friends 13 years ago he was finishing his law degree. He would discuss rulings by famous judges. He respected the judges that gave detailed explanations of their rulings even the ones he disagreed with.
As for me, I no longer think that most people suck. That was my teenager from a dysfunctional family view of the world. Now I save my contempt for murderers and thieves, and the people that enable them.
Over to you. Open fire.