RDP Thursday: PURIST

Over the years I have actually been told by people in various writer’s groups that I don’t write ‘real horror ‘ and that I’m not really in touch with the “darkness ” and that I am NOT scary.

Not even a little scary.

I think that means I’m harmless. You know. Fluffy.

So, I have to agree,  maybe that’s a little true.

My favorite color is pink, and for the first four years of his life I dressed my dog up like lady bugs and bunnies and kittens for Halloween. I also collet Pez Dispensers.

On the other hand.

I had a job that required I help rebuild the face  of someone who had sailed threw their windshield and met and untimely death and as I worked I sang all of my favorite Abba songs A cappella because the CD player was on the fritz and my CD kept skipping which made me sort of crazy.

I mean a song would start and then a few seconds later it would skip to the next song which would play all the way through. It even played the one after that all the way through and then….skippety  skip  skip skip.

At the time I had no idea who came up with the bright idea for CDs and CD players and sold them as indestructible and dependable but if I would have known at that exact moment who they were, I would have hunted them down,  strapped them to an embalming table and given them an experience that those of us with a pulse are never going to know.

After that some of my co-workers claimed I always hummed Abba songs when I was ticked off, I don’t remember doing that- but it was probably true.

So the next time you are tempted to tell somebody else who they are  and that through some kind of Spidey Sense  you think you ‘get’ what is going on in their heart and head because of what they draw or write or the kind of music they like.

Just. Don’t.

You’re apt to be oh so very wrong.

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