"Increasingly disturbed writing"

Ready? Set? Go! ... Analyze, Report!

In the wake of the tragedy at Virginia Tech, let's all start looking for "early warning signs" of a "tortured soul", in these and all writings. YIKES! He's got a gun in one of his 'drawers'! (You should see my other blog; no there are no guns in it, but existential despair, yes, overflowing with blood and guts. But then, you shouldn't see my other blog. No one should, except the persons who won't ever report me, or my insane Mr Hyde double, or will they?)

It's no joking matter, and no one will need encouragement. We will now be looking at each other with suspicion, reading each other's writings with suspicion, distrusting each other even more than before, in the happy paradise of only the lonely. My writings, here or there, may turn out to be disturbing, or "increasingly disturbing" to someone somewhere.

We received a year or so ago mandatory sexual harassment training at the corporate headquarters. It wasn't a yawner, as expected. It left me increasingly disturbed, so to speak. Say "You look nice today", to a female co-worker (and it's always a female, even as the official masquerade requires the policy to state that the rules apply to both genders; but let's not kid ourselves), she complains of sexual harassment, you're out of a job, pal! It's that crazy. It has happened, and veiled or unveiled threats happen daily. You can't touch, and you can't look, buster! It's called "an unwanted advance", or something of the sort. Enough to make you grab your guns! Oh wait, can I take back what I just said?! Too late? I need to start packing for a trip to a re-education camp, comrade?

Well, I understand, we're at war in America, extraordinary measures must be taken. The latest reports from the front say that the Female side is still winning, though the long winning streak doesn't seem to make it too happy.