Scarred.

Its about 10.30pm on Friday night and I am watching a show on MTV called Scarred. This show is purely about people's scarred stories and accidents that really did happen and ones that were being taped as they happened. The show almost exclusively shows those who participate in skating and skateboarding in public places. It is extremely graphic and shows lots of slow-motion and close-up shots of the accident as it happened and the scars it produced afterwards.

Jill will not look at the show and is disgusted that I watch it. I do wonder though, what does this say about me as a person?. Why do I look at the show even when I cringe when I hear the bone crunching sounds and see the bones popping out?. Perhaps it is the morbid curiosity that lurks within me, but it is seriously hard core and graphic.