About a year ago I contemplated long and hard about whether I should take up a job at a morgue. Of course the fact that I was actually seriously considering the post made my coursemates recoil in horror and disgust, and which no doubt, did nothing to improve my social standing in the class because subsequently, they started to speak to me in hushed tones almost like I was going to whip out a chainsaw and rip them to shreds or disect them just for fun (hmmmm).
One of my coursemates made it a point to tell me that morgue workers in Singapore were predominantly Indian nationals with only a handful of locals taking up the job, which I suppose played a big part in me deciding that it probably was a foolish idea after all.
What can I say, I am absolutely fascinated with anatomy, anatomy in some sort of grotesque artistic sense, the intricate workings of the human body and in particular, our individual thresholds for pain and suffering. I also find the minds of serial killers, sado masochists, paedophiles, self flagellists, cannibals, pathological torturers, extremely fascinating, you get the drift.
Through the course of the year, I have begun to realise that these...interests...of mine should be kept a little more private, because any mention of it seems to evoke some nervous laughter or comments along the lines of 'eee Jo...you are so morbid'.
Perhaps apperances should be kept up for some normality.
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your coursemates seem so narrow-minded. go for a morgue job if that's what you fancy. at least give it a try and you can always bail if the Indian colleagues give you the creepies. hehe.
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