Are you a Good witch or a Bad witch?

Woo! The last two days has been a serial killer marathon for me. (No, I’m not killing anyone; I couldn’t imagine the guilt.) I have been watching Criminal Minds. I am a huge fan of CSI, but if I knew there was a show based on the inner thinking’s of serial killers… just wow. They even reference real known serial killers when creating profiles for their faux story line killers. I’ve had to Google a few of their stories because they seem so realistic. This show has really altered my view on Serial Killers. I used to think these types of killers were special from the rest of the psychos out there. Plus, I forgot that serial can simply mean more than one (Not necessarily 20+); or in the case of one episode, one kill with very unique and distinctive murder signatures.

And Yes, I am learning how to avoid becoming a victim. Even if you can’t avoid this, what the key to escaping could be. Every situation is different, but wouldn’t it better to be killed fighting than sitting like a lamb to slaughter? Pft. I recall one episode that made me so angry. The killer was targeting couples, where the husband was considered to be an alpha and the female, a trophy wife. While the killer was attacking, one of the husbands was able to get the advantage using his legs in a martial art technique with his hands handcuffed behind his back. It was really impressive. While this was happening, we see a gun in the night stand drawer and the wife is sitting in a corner crying. Idiot. If she had simply put her self together and grabbed the gun, they both could’ve lived. I realize this is a story and it was going to play out according to the script. However, I can’t help thinking of all the idiot emotional ridden women out there... Survive or die. You think the choice would be simple. *Shakes head in disappointment*

There was one episode I could’ve seen myself in, maybe, 10 years ago. It was a father daughter kidnap where the fathers were forced to fight bums to protect their daughters. The loser of the fight was executed. If you know my dad, you know this is not a likely scenario. My dad is a very strong man, not easily over come. But let’s say someone got the jump on us on one of our outings when I was 16. I know, it’s still really hard to picture because I was raised with the mantra “There’s no such thing as a fair fight”, but just close your eyes and try. I can promise you that I would not be sitting chained up discussing my feelings; and neither would my dad. Honestly, I have noticed that most victims are weak in character under the assumption that everyone’s willing to help. You will not find these words in my vocabulary. People are either wolves in sheep’s clothing or sheep; and there are more wolves than sheep. Every time the father and daughter were chained up again, the daughter would sit there and cry while the father fell asleep in pain from the fights. Lame. It’s like the daughter sees how fragile she could be and gives up before even trying. I know guns are scary, but isn’t it scarier to be controlled? It would natural for me to trust my dad would get us out of the situation; but I would also be relying on my self to get us out too. I can’t imagine that I would simply wait to die or that I would watch my father almost die several times. In fact, my imagination sees us never making it into those chains, just saying.

A lot of people make this same mistake. “This will never happen to me.” But how many people say “When this happens, I will be ready.” A realist would; a person who knows to yell “fire” when a rape or an attack is happening right in front of them. People only care when they foresee their own circumstances in danger. A fire can spread fast. Otherwise, they don’t want their lives interrupted. If I try to help, will I be dragged in? Will I have to answer to police? Will I have to miss work? It’s easy to see why people act as if they are ignorant to their surroundings. And it is also the different between doing what’s right vs. what’s easy.

I don’t tell many people this story because I get a lot of mixed reactions. I was 20 at the time, visiting Canada. If you live in the US, you know the drinking age is 21. If you live near the Canadian border, you know the drinking age in Canada is 19. Two of my friends and I decided to go out and explore. We had arrived and checked into a local hotel already. On our way to the main strip of Vancouver, my best friend wanted to get some cash out of the ATM.  Mean while, I was people watching. I had just witnessed a series of people crossing at a crosswalk. One couple decided to run a blinking red hand signal as a car was impatiently trying to turn the corner. I guess the people in the car felt like this couple disrespected them somehow, so all four thugs jump out of the car and start walking towards the couple yelling profanities. I turn to my two friends and the both say to me, just ignore it. Shocked, I turn back around to see one of the thugs has grabbed the man preparing him for the other thug to hit him. I started running towards them screaming. They see me coming, hit the guy once and then they all jumped in the car to drive off. The attacked man pulls him self up and starts to walk off with his partner. At this point, I am at a lost of what to do next because I am a foreigner in a different country. In America, I would’ve dialed 911 as I ran. But in Canada, I was lost. So I just turned around and walked back to my friends. Both of them were irritated with me for embarrassing my self like that. I was upset that I didn’t know how else to help and that my friends were to willing to over look a crime like that. 

This was the start of a horrible weekend in which I didn’t talk to those two friends for a long while once we got back home. I know that bystander man would have been beat in public had I not been there. I don’t think they were scared of me. I think they were acting out an angry impulse and I was an unknown factor interrupting. Perhaps it was because I am a girl. I find that most men, thugs or not, view women abuse as a form of male weakness. I have been able to break up a series of male on male fights throughout my life because few men will hit a woman. Lucky for me, I always go in knowing I could take a hit. I also know that I have a bad temper and I will see red once I am hit. One of the few traits I actually thank my mother for giving me. Adrenaline has a way of increasing your power even if you are the weaker person. Plus, I do not fear conflict. In fact, I fear passive aggression more. I can deal with a direct attack, the non direct are not so easy. 

Watching this show the past couple of days has reaffirmed my self worth again. Letting me know that I am a god person regardless of my personality defects. I may not always be socially accepted, but I know where I belong. I know that I need to be doing what’s right because some day, I may need someone to come to my rescue. And furthermore, I have to look at the face that allowed an injustice if I do not do all that I can.

I want to leave my readers with this: What would you have done differently? Have you been in a similar situation before? It’s easy to sit here and talk about the what ifs and should haves. But when it’s you, a moment away from being a help or a hinder, which do you actually choose to do? These scenarios are what separate the good people from the bad people. You think living a life with out ever committing a crime is good enough. Sometimes it is; but watching a crime happen makes you just as responsible. CORRECTED: It’s related to the Good Samaritan law; called "Duty to Rescue". Google it, you may face these charges if you are the type to “ignore” your surroundings and I hope you do. 

/end Rant.