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Psychology rocks my pussy. My dad was talking to me about his job. Ohsocool. We were talking about his clients. Not personally because it's classified, but just in general. He has cases with manic-depressive's/bi-polar, skitzophrenics, pedophiles, rapists, sex offenders, drug addicts etc. I admire him. We were talking mostly about Pedophile's and the way they think. It's completely different, and twisted from the way we think. Like.. they look at things in different parts, compared to healthy people who look at thing as a whole. It's almost a disorder. For example, say a pedophile likes stroking legs, ages 5 to 95, it doesn't make a difference to him. He doesn't even look t the legs as part of the person. He doesn't care about the person, just the legs. That's all that matters to him. I find that very interesting. Then we talked about his clients that are sex offenders. All of them are 12-13 years old, and are boys. Go figure. Alot of them have sex out of anger. Something like.. "he disrespected my mother, so now I am going to babysit their child and seduce it and have sex with him/her." Sometimes they just go up and grope people, or rape even. 12-13? Jesus, that's sickening. I blame it all on porn. Then we were talking about homo-sexuals, he's not a homophobic at all, we were just talking about how society has changed. It used to be so well hidden, now it's all out in the open. Like, he was having a drink at a bar and there was a bunch of chicas grinding and making out. It was funny. I want to have my dad's job, it's so awesome.
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