Urge to Kill....Rising
Sunday, 16. March 2008, 11:24:17
What is it really like to kill another human being? Is it terrible? Are there any repercussions apart from those laid down by human authorities? Christians believe their God proscribes the taking of life: Thou Shalt NOT snuff-out other folks, I think he said. But what if you don't believe in religion? If you don't feel there's any threat to your soul, or even if you have such a nebulous object...?
Is there any penalty then apart from guilt? 'Cos you know...I could probably deal with that...
Let me explain what has prompted this happy line of thought. My house resides in a block of four, arranged like the classical four-pane window frame. I'm bottom left, while the two flats on the upper floor are reached via a central stairwell.
The problem is those neighbours in both the flats above.
I've been in my flat for nearly six years now, and there are two problems that JUST. WON'T. GO. AWAY:
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!
It feels like I've been listening to either the screaming or the constant DIY for nearly the entire time I've been living here, and I'm now sick to the back teeth of both. All I have left is my ability to play my music really REALLY loudly, and fantasies of marching up there and shooting them, all of them, through the head (Relax, I'm not armed)(Well...not with a gun, anyway).
What's that line in Moby Dick about if his chest was a cannon, he'd fire his hate-filled heart at them?

Is there any penalty then apart from guilt? 'Cos you know...I could probably deal with that...
Let me explain what has prompted this happy line of thought. My house resides in a block of four, arranged like the classical four-pane window frame. I'm bottom left, while the two flats on the upper floor are reached via a central stairwell.
The problem is those neighbours in both the flats above.
I've been in my flat for nearly six years now, and there are two problems that JUST. WON'T. GO. AWAY:
- The flat up and across (Top right). The woman in there is, I think, insane, a real life chav-ette with some serious mental problems; she can't have a boyfriend without lots - and I mean LOTS - of screaming matches with that poor unfortunate (although half the time he's just as bad), most often at 3 or 4 in the morning. She's been at it for years, and only recently seems to have managed to ditch the last one, affording us all a sainted measure of blessed peace.
- The flat above (Top Left). In six years there have been several people living in this flat; it has been bought and sold many times, and do you know what happens when a new person moves into a new flat? That's right, they DO IT UP. Redecorate. Rip out the old and put in what they want. There's nothing wrong with that; I completely understand that when you buy a new place, you want to make it yours as quickly as possible.
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!
It feels like I've been listening to either the screaming or the constant DIY for nearly the entire time I've been living here, and I'm now sick to the back teeth of both. All I have left is my ability to play my music really REALLY loudly, and fantasies of marching up there and shooting them, all of them, through the head (Relax, I'm not armed)(Well...not with a gun, anyway).
What's that line in Moby Dick about if his chest was a cannon, he'd fire his hate-filled heart at them?







