There are some things by which a person should not be judged; race, gender, sexual orientation and religion to start with.
I humbly submit a criterion: Google search history.
With such a wealth of information at our fingertips and basically the whole internet easily parsed and sorted for our convenience and instant gratification issues, one should not be held accountable for the random things that become necessary to Google. Naturally I say this purely in defense of my own recent use (or perhaps abuse) of Google.
Due to various writing projects I had going at any one point the following search terms can be found in my search history.
- organic food
- Oklahoma bee keepers
- killer bee
- Africanized bees
- honey bees
- natural pesticides
Ok, so first go-round it seems normal. They are at least partially related and though I can’t get a plant within 50 feet of my apartment without it shriveling and dying, its not too far fetched an Oklahoma-girl might Google those things. But it keeps going.
- deaths by killer bee
- bee lethality
- bee toxin lethality
- needle gauges
- serial killers
- sideshow performers
- circus freaks
- birth defects
- backwards knees
- horror film directors
- mental defects with deformities
Now we’ve wandered into creepy. Maybe just a bit past creepy. We soldier onward.
- torture house Chicago
- torture methods
- torture chamber
- waking dream
- murder in sleep
- sleep walking crime
- heroine addiction side effects
- delusional paranoia
- schizophrenic murderers
- schizophrenia symptoms
- Pizza Hut
Taken out of context I should be institutionalized. And Bryan should be very, very worried.
But when you understand I just wrote on article on the startling declination of the honey bee population and its subsequent effects on Oklahoma agriculture, the first bit of my search history make sense.
A quick look at the science of being scared and why humans seems to enjoy is being developed into a magazine article, starting with the first version of “horror films” available in the form of circus sideshows.
The last parts are research on a new novel idea I’m toying with. Except the Pizza Hut bit. I was hungry and didn’t feel like cooking. Constructing character outlines for psychologically troubled girls is hungry-making work…
Ok, so even in context its a little troubling that of all the happy, fluffy, sane topics I could write a novel on I chose severe mental disturbances but again, people like to be scared. I know because I found it on Google…