I hate fruit flies... They drive me crazy. For those of you that don't know what a fruit fly is, they are little gnat looking insects that like to hang around ripe fruit and or aging food. If you have fruit in your trash can they like to just "appear." I studied fruit flies in my genetics class in high school. Not only did I grow to loathe them, but I also bred them. I learned all types of interesting characteristics, like how to spot a male from a female, how some have white eyes and some have red eyes, and they also have long wings and short wings. We fed them a daily regiment of an oatmeal like substance and mated them to produce different genetic results. Every other day we knocked them out with ether and counted them. I hated that class. One semester was genetics and the other was Anatomy. I had to dissect a baby pig. How heart wrenching. I'm so glad I never had to do that again. Thank God I went to college for Fashion. I couldn't see myself being a Biology major. A lot of the science majors at our school had to work with Cadavers... Ewwww! I guess I have been squeamish all of my life. Who knows. I'm fascinated with cold case files, forensic files and medical detective shows. I find them interesting. But I could never do it for a living. I could never look at dead people, or medical evidence. Just to know that it was evidence from a homicide would most likely hurt my spirit. I guess I'm too empathetic for that type of job. Homicide has always fascinated me. Primarily because I don't know what could drive a person to kill another. Wow, no one has ever irritated me that much. Thank God! Now I can understand self defense or the defense of one's child. That's just instinct. But never can I relate to the man walking down the street that notices a long hair brunette and decide he wants to choke the life out of her.
Sociopaths are not considered to be insane. I have no idea why. Obviously something in their brain doesn't work right. Some are born that way and some were raised that way. Something in their mind made them the way they are. A freak of nature. A mutation. Back in the old days, people who were mentally unstable were thought to be abominations. They actually thought these people were possessed by demons or they were born with no soul. I often wonder if that's true. Especially when I see these medical shows that show parasitic twins. Some born with brains and no organs or limbs and half a body. Does that half of a person have a soul? Where does God fit in when a mutation like that occurs? I sometimes attribute those mutations to modern medicine. In the olden days, the baby would've died. Now all these doctors try to save the child. Not realizing, that maybe the child wasn't meant to live. GOD has his own way of correcting those things that go wrong... Who are we to alter what's meant? Maybe that's why I hated those experiments with the fruit flies. I kind of felt awkward. Maybe because I felt like I was playing with something that I wasn't meant to play with. I was fooling with nature and in a way, playing GOD.