So, I've just finished watching American Psycho with my father. He said he was worried I was relating to the character of Patrick Bateman, and that I was laughing here and there. A sex montage consisting entire of Bateman staring at his reflection in a mirror, though, as well as Paul Allen's almighty, but still quite indistinguishable business card, was amusing to me.
Bateman's too vain and puts conformity on too high a pedestal for me, though.
It's funny, because I guess despite the fact that he's a raving lunatic murderer who's almost inhuman, despite his contradictory later statement where he says he's "very much in touch with Humanity." I'm still analyzing him as a person. I couldn't live like him, or even kill a person - especially the homeless man who was so thankful to see me. I once had someone cower from me, when I was small. A boy named Collin who I'd chased into a corner with a basketball.
I was really disgusted with myself after that.
Either way, I am taking up some rather Batemanish body routines again. I used to take very good care of my feet, because a friend of mine was a fetishist of such things, and it, for some reason, brought up a sort of self-consciousness in me. I was discussing my feet with someone who shares my old friend's passion and I was kind of renewed in interest of taking care of them.
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