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From my mom, a love for the macabre.

I’ve always thought my disposition mirrored my dad: clean loving, easily contented, non-adaptively self-sacrificial. The only trait i seem to have taken from my mom is my obsession with dark chocolate.

Today though, mom mentioned how she’s been fascinated with reading up about serial killers. And immediately i recognized that in myself, having spent hours reading J. E. Douglas’ deconstruction of a killer’s psyche, trawling websites dedicated to murderer’s profiles, and spending waaay too much time on YT watching documentaries on psychopaths.

I’ve always been fascinated with morbidity. I guess like any other curious being, darkness and death brings the most mystery – and thus appeals to the side of us that desires to know and understand. So today i learned that my need to deconstruct what is macabre comes from my mom, the same mom whose childhood ambition was to be a coroner, and who was inappropriately excited when introduced to Happy Tree Friends.