Whenever I decide to talk about issues that have absolutely nothing to do with classes and med school, I think I'll start naming the posts 'shenanigans' just as a heads up sort of thing. I may change it in the future.
I'm way late on the events of Treadwell and his grizzly reputation as this happened years ago, but here I am...obsessing over it. I have a tendency to do that--obsess over random shit. For the past few weeks I have been driving my husband and my siblings crazy with talks of the grizzly man and what happened to him. What's even worse is that I have developed a fear and hate for bears, but more on that later. At first I said to myself that this Timothy got what he deserved and shouldn't have had his ass out there to begin with. I mean, who the eff goes out into the wilderness with the intent of becoming buddies with bears?! For weeks, I would find myself wandering to the computer and typing in his name and reading all that I could about this poor, deranged individual. Then, of course, I find out that there is an audio of his mauling and I'm damn glad that it hasn't been released. I hope that it's never released because I don't trust myself enough to not listen to it. We live in a very morbid society.
My sister told me (probably so I'd leave her alone) that there was a documentary of this guy on Netflix. I held out for a few days but ultimately ended up watching it. I've come to realize that he was very mentally unstable and child-like. In other words, I feel sorry that he and his lady friend died the way in which they did. Irrespective of idiocy, no one deserves to die like that. When situations like this don't make sense to me, I need to blame something in order to wrap my mind around the madness. I tried blaming Timothy, especially since he had a hand in getting Amy killed, but it's not working. How could something like this happen? It was completely avoidable! He was going out there for 13 freaking years, did no one say to themselves that this guy is off his rockers? He had been warned numerously by the park officials about the amount of time he spent camping on the grounds...that's about it. I keep thinking to myself that someone should have stepped in and had his ass committed. He wasn't 'protecting' the bears...I think he believed he was one. This is going to sound awful crass but I also think no one intervened on behalf of this crazed man because he was white. I think that if he wasn't white, someone would have deemed him a menace to society and an endangerment to bears and hauled his ass out of there. That's what I think.
I've always been cautious that bears can be dangerous but I never knew what a bear could do to a human body and I gotta say, I don't think that I like it. Do Not Want. I hate them now, with a passion and am scared shitless of them. Bear maulings are becoming quite frequent and researchers can't seem to figure out why...lol. They do know that black bears have been actively hunting and attacking humans. I used to like to go fishing. I mean, sitting by a peaceful and serene lake fishing some bass is the bee knees. Not any more. You won't catch me any where near trees and brush, where I could possibly get mauled by one of those goddamn terrorist bears. That's right you weird animal activists/lovers/dumbasses, they're terrorists. They serve no purpose--whatsoever.
Anyway, hopefully this new obsession will end its course here. Believe it or not, the last time I got like this was when the Columbine event took place. God...that was a long 6 months.
Le sigh.
~Surly
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