People are shit.

Yep yep. May not apply to everyone.
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Serial killers and you

         Intro
I think I was 14 by the time  I had a serial killer idea. And yes, I was stupid enough for a while that I went outside examining the area and people with these crazy thoughts. Anyway , the keyword with this thing is evidence. One must be absolutely sure no evidence is left behind. With how stuff works especially today, leaving a 2mm bit of hair is equal to you getting caught. My idea would involve putting plenty of money into it which springs American Psycho into mind.

        Weapons
The only thing reusable would be the car used for transport but even that might be a means of tying you to the murders. For weapons and clothes always buy from random stores without a pattern. Use stuff that is everyday material but can be used as a weapon (scissor, nail gun, hammer, screwdriver (heh, tools)) and. Clothes have to be dark colors but throw in a random light colored shirt occasionally which you don't use. Shop out the zone you live and make no comments about the stuff you buy unless asked and then reply casually.

         The act
 The downside is that this takes all personality out of killing. You have no pattern, killing must be done swiftly so no enjoyment, no police fame but then again that is what drags everyone down, the point is just never being caught. Second of all your state of mind is important, as you must have enough mental capacity to remain unchanged mentally in any means and give no hint that you ever did anything like this. This makes the murders seem like disappearances with no trace if you made sure enough that there is no evidence behind. Every act must be carried out on a random day, and not more than twice maybe per year.  First of all examine the area thoroughly looking for blind spots, obviously do it at night, pick completely random victims and don't have any reason to do it, carry out the murder as fast as possible making sure noise isn't a problem. Also falling into patterns is a bad idea. 

         Disposing of the act
Now I think that the solution is fire. Acquire a means of transporting your dead victim to a place where you can be sure nobody will see you pull them out and start a fire such as middle of the woods and make the place different every time. Do it in a different city/state every time is also a good option but that incriminates you with travelling around too much so try to avoid being recorded doing this. Burn both the body, the weapon and the clothes you were wearing during the murder in an as small as possible fire ( takes time so you might lose a night) and then scatter ash and burry skeleton as well as pull out the teeth and skull and bury them much farther, spread out bones and the remains of the weapon.

         Dealing with the outcome
The thing is this might actually spark a pattern, and you will get your fame but when you do hear word of it you must act shocked but not show interest more than the average person. Do not follow the mediatization of your acts, and keep absolutely nothing that might tie you to the murder at all.

        Outro
I'm obviously not going to be stupid enough to do it as I think I would take no pleasure in murdering random people and I did write this whole stuff so it's going to be easy to recognize it by someone who read it (nobody, ever). I just felt that the thought process might be interesting.

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In a random rush 5 minutes after I sat down, someone patted my shoulder and pulled me off my bus seat so that some old woman could stay in it. And I just went along without thinking. Probably because I need to grow a pair, because the bitch who did this sat her 40 cm tall baby on the seat next to her like she couldn’t just hold him in her arms to free a seat. I hate small children and the elderly, and I always did. I do realize I was small and I will eventually grow old, but  when I was small I wasn’t a spazzy noisy spoiled piece of shit, and I won’t smell like shit and litter the streets walking slowly and getting in everyone’s way when I’ll be old. I need to grow some balls and actually say what I think.

‘Life’s too short to complicate’? No, it isn’t. To say something like that you have to have a weak notion of time, because life is the longest thing you get to actually do. Just saying, I know it’s a metaphor. But it’s not like because I don’t go out as much I don’t live my life. The only case in which you aren’t living is when you’re not. I mean being dead, of course. I do like getting drunk and dancing and all that crap, just not every Friday night. I just like a quiet evening, a beer, a talk, the good stuff.

‘A gentleman will walk but never run’. Some people are the right people at the wrong time, some the wrong people at the right time. Sometimes I feel like the wrong person at the wrong time. If I were to chose a place to be born, as stereotypical as it is,  I’d chose either Victorian England or 70’s England. I know the conditions aren’t as great, but I just like those cultural ages. I’d probably change my ideas if I’d have actually lived in those times, but then again it’s the human condition: always displeased with the things you have. If it’s winter it’s too cold, if it’s summer, too hot. If you’re rich you’re unhappy, if you’re poor you’re struggling to survive. I’ve talked about this before, but extremes are always bad. Also depriving yourself of something and giving it back after a while brings happiness. We should alternate our lifestyles to be happier, maybe. Maybe. Mayb’.