I have indeed met some wonderful people over the last twenty-years of travel. Many I've barely managed to stand in awe of their intelligence and insight, and at other times I've pondered which asylum was one resident shy. During which time I've heard this line of work, (if you call it that), classed as many things. Today, a colleague of mine simply called us, "monster hunters"! This was a first for me as the tittle conjured up several images of vaudeville That may have etched a smile on my face. Hiding behind a creaking castle door with a hammer to bean the monster in the head as it's enters for it's act of mayhem. Throwing a flea infested cat onto a werewolf, knowing the feline will be more than happy to share! replacing all the packets of blood with ketchup at a blood bank to have a cheap laugh at a hungry vampire's expense. Oh the tears that would roll down my face to place a match between a Bigfoot's toes and light it! Or the twisted amusement to the horror of an ET when he understood you'd been to a "sex shop" just the case such an even every befell you and he too was getting probed.! Sick, twisted, deranged? Welcome to my world lads! When the prey is as elusive as mine and all the hours spent in darkened silence, one does what one must to keep from being over the top serious. I suppose us "monster hunters", have a different thought process than many and that may or may not be a good thing. I believe that all of use have our idiosyncrasies and none of them out of place to the keeper of such. I like to think that each of us have been given gifts to allow us to be at terms with the "bubble" in which we must dwell. Many of us are misfits who are unsuited to other vocations and could not exist in the everyday pace of most. I like who I am and I love what it do. Sane? Most likely not by world standards, but harmless with the exception of the grudge both my shin and toes seem to have against furniture that lurks in the dark awaiting an encounter with those who must travel the path at a moment's notice. I just think it's a wonderful thing for someone to be able to suggest different terminology for your vocation that make you see it in a different light. No matter how much one enjoy's what one does, there are times when it can become stale or just simply tiring. I'd just never thought of myself as a monster hunter before today. Perhaps I should have this embossed on business cards......high strangeness indeed.....
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