Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

The winter cheer, the festivities, the Christian prayers and the continuous asks from each family member they visited about whether he'd gotten a girlfriend yet, winter holidays were pure hell. After a lifetime, you'd think Joe would be used to the fake smiles and the teasing, but after the taste of freedom college was, returning to his family life was almost unbearable. He'd always been the perfect son good grades, popular, a good Christian exactly everything he didn't care about. A sheltered young man from a strict Catholic private school, he was all too used to hiding his feelings, to feeling bad about everything he was and how it was denounced the bible. In reality, though, he wanted to be nothing like that. Joseph Jacob Santiago, or Joe as he was most commonly known by, had experienced in college a level of freedom, both about his thoughts and his identity, that he'd never felt in all his years in high school. He had felt so unable to control the events in his life, trying to fit into a mold that was never meant for him, that he felt as if everything about him was wrongly made and made him question the value of his own existence. In college, however, none of this mattered not his brand-name polos nor his lack of interest in his female form, and there were even people with morbid enough interests to want to learn more about people even more obsessed with control and death than he was serial killers. That forum correspondence was pretty much what kept him sane, what kept Joe going, and what led him to the conclusion that he needed to move out. Between that and repeated visits to a local dungeon, he knew that he had to look for a place to stay, and searched online for a place, ideally with not too many roommates, and with no need for friendships or social nonsense he was so tired of faking who he was and just wanted some privacy to be himself. With his campus email, he dropped a letter of interest to Damian, not knowing it was the closest he had to a true friend from his online correspondence. Hello, this is Joseph Santiago, a fellow first year. I am sending you this email to corroborate the availability of the place and the price. I would be available to move in as soon as possible, if we arrange a showing of the place? Thank you for your time It was so tedious to be so overly polite, but he did what was considered best in this society. It didn't take him long to move from the wanted ads to the academic forum he so often frequented. It was not only a place where he could read and receive feedback on his work and the works of others, but it was there he'd found a kindred spirit with a humor as dark as his and as much interest in the topic as he had. The message hadn't been received long ago at all before he started off his reply. Barely, man, I almost went on a serious spree. I had half a mind to kill half of them and maim the rest, but if I did that, I'd never be able to keep ritual killing from jail. I swear, they are lucky I love them and that I'm one of the most likely suspects. You know, I managed to snag a Psych class with professor Howard, the one who specializes in abnormal? And I managed to get BioPsych and General Bio 2. Half of the class we have to take are bullshit I had to jam a class about the ethics of psychology and psychology as a profession. I think they just don't know what else to give to us. You? See any good documentaries this break? -acriminalsmind