Monday, July 23, 2012

Aurora, Colorado

He dressed like a character from the movie- bulging with weapons and a gas mask over his face. Probably seemed normal amongst others parading in their costumes. Probably seemed normal before that too. One of my coworkers said, "I just don't get it. He was so smart. Why would someone who had so much going for them do that?" I'm sure it was an isolating intelligence. He was studying behavior and created a study of himself. He shaped himself into a question mark. Why? Why would someone do this? "I am the joker" he said. Crazed, intelligent, possessed, misunderstood, working alone. A boy recalled being on a sports team with him, but that's all he recalled. He didn't say he had a menacing presence or quirky habits, just he was on the team, a loner, kept to himself. No facebook, no emerging ex girlfriends or friends, no trace left behind personally or technologically. When his mother was spoken to she was not in disbelief, she said, "You have the right person." Something at the seed of her thoughts always knew the chemicals reacting in his brain were not making elements of sense. Suppose it made sense to him, sense that most everyone does not interpret. A mind like that could be tortured or could have been looking to torture to brandish any kind of feeling that was lacking for so long. A building disgust for other people or maybe not feeling any connection to them at all or both exploded into a massacre.  There's a debate over the death penalty. Maybe he wants that? When a boy from his sports team couldn't tell you anything about him before, now he is known by all. 
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