WARNING!! this blog is overly dramatic and kinda whiny so don't read it if you can't take that.
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So this weekend has been reminiscent of one of my favorite books "Dante's Inferno." I know that may seem a little dramatic and it is if you think I am saying that I traveled through hell. I am not I am comparing my weekend to one of the side stories of the Inferno.
Let me explain. much like Dante I began my journey with a lot of compassion for the fallen and ended my journey questioning that compassion. you see in the Inferno Dante slowly begins to see god's side and understand the extreme measures he had to take in the creation of Hell. in fact by the end of the story his is pretty much indifferent to the suffering that is going on around him in the final level of Hell.
Now back to me in this weekend. Friday night I was sent to wait outside a precinct where a suspected killer was being arrested and questioned. I say there by myself for 4 1/2 hours waiting for them to walk him front the building to a transport to the jail/prison. All by myself I thought about this guy and how I felt like a vulture just hovering over him waiting for him to die. I began to feel that compassion that Dante felt for the sinners he floated passed on his way to the only exit of Hell the other side.
When he final was walked to the transport I began shooting (camera) without even thinking. I stared directly into his eyes (from behind the camera) he cowered and backed away. I was instantly conflicted. Part of me felt sorry for this man and felt evil for forcing him to feel that way, but a small part of me began to feel like he should feel that way. He Killed another human being. I contemplated this afterwards and left that night feeling just a little more indifferent towards those I was filming.
The next night I continued my journey further into the suffering of other. that night I was on a ride along with a DUI cop filming him catching DUI's and other offenses. This night I heard so many lies and contradictions from those being arrested. I got farther and farther into my indifference. By the end of my second night I could care less about these people but it would be difficult. on my way back to my car me and the police officer were cracking jokes about those he arrested.
On my way home from work i started thinking that I can't be completely stop caring I mean they are people despite what they did.
I can't figure this out completely. By the end of Inferno and Beginning of Purgitorio (second book in the series) Dante could have dealt out the punishments without blinking an eye, but I don't think I can go that far.
On the brighter side the ride along was fun. I had My internet phone so I got to see Epiic's nakie body when her set went up. And I got to look at a hot naked body while in the back of a police car. how many people can say that.
got to meet a lot of different and interesting people, and the cop did make a lot of stops that he let go with a warning. He really only bothered those people who where driving drunk or on drugs so it did make me see that he was trying to help most people but not those who crossed his line.
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