Ephemera: Derby Practice+
There is a wee little child who is at the rink on Wednesdays. She is tiny all around and blond and always in a leotard and those fleshtone tights that cover skates. I cannot, cannot emphasize how tiny she is. She is like a Little without the tail.
Todays bit o'horror: I always have the impulse to dropkick her.
I think there is something wrong with me. I really do.
posted by April @ 9:05 PM
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I think it's more that I could. Also that I'm skating around in giant heavy boots and I think the momentum and release would be very satisfying. I don't have truly violent urges (though apparently I smack Ryan around a lot). Before my boss was recently fired, I used to imagine popping his head of like a Barbie Doll's. In general, this is the form the fantasies take. Cartoony violence--satisfying disassembling of human parts or sending someone flying by punching them in the solar plexus. There is no blood, no guts, and they either remain in pieces and are stored in a shoebox or giggle as they pick themselves up off the floor.
Man, I haven't thought about the Littles is years. They were very cool; in a creepy "hope-they-don't-live-in-MY-house" sort of way.
As for the urge to hurt things that are small and cute, I totally understand that. Not nearly as compelling as the urge to hurt things that think they are cute when they actually aren't, though...
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