Dexter.
March 31st, 2008 at 10:57 pm (little words)
I’ve been hearing about this show for a while now, and at some point a bit back caught a random episode. Last night, I caught a random episode for maybe the third time, and at the end, decided to give in and go ahead and start watching from the beginning. Netflix has it available to “Watch Now”, and tonight, I started.
The concept is really interesting. Dexter is a sociopath who channels his urge to kill by only killing really shitty excuses for humans. People who kill kids, greaseballs who make rape porn and snuff films for the interwebs, that kind of thing. He describes himself as being empty inside and explains that he fakes all of his social interactions. I have to wonder if the show would have been a bit more intriguing if the viewer did not have this knowledge, because aside from a few awkward moments at understandable times, Dexter is doing a great job at faking it. In fact, he seems more realistic than most people I come across on any given day in daily life.
What really fascinates me is that he thinks of himself as hollow and empty, and because of this, he fakes his interactions with others. He must be different than most people because he apparently feels little or no sexual urges for anyone. He sure is different than me because he doesn’t seem to notice or realize that everyone is faking their social interactions.
I have this pet peeve, that is all tied up in the falseness of society. That we are trained to say things like “How are you?” when we don’t want to know the truth unless it can be summed up with a simple “I’m fine”. The fact that we tell everyone to “Have a nice day!” when, at best we cease to care how your day goes as soon as you are out of sight, and at worst, behind the 200 watt grin plastered on our faces, we are secretly wishing you’d step in front of a bus, please and thank you.
I am not a fan of social norms, and I try to avoid people on bad days when things suck, and I just can’t do the normal meet and greet bullshit. I personally think life would be so much more pleasant if everyone were willing to say “I’m shitty today, and too bad for you if that’s not what you wanted to hear.” Or better yet, if people would just stop asking “How are you?” unless they really do give a crispy crap about your well being.
And because I am totally socially unacceptable, serial killers are fascinating, and a serial killer who hunts and kills serial killers is beyond fascinating. I mean, really – don’t you just want to kill (or at least see someone kill) some of the vile, disgusting shitbirds that do awful, awful things?
I’m gonna go watch another one now.
