I Believe... [We’re All Just Lazier Than Ted Bundy]
...that our collective fascination with serial killers is fucking morbid and shows us all to be the monsters who think — a lot — about murdering people but lack the gumption.
...that with the reveal of the dishonest tactics author Daniel Mallory used to get ahead in life, we see what is obvious and right in front of our face: we as a society love nothing more than a personal trauma told well, which is one of several reasons The Moth feels more and more like five-minute therapy sessions.
...that I came to Chicago by myself with a vehicle loaded up with my possessions and stayed on the floor of an empty apartment and I’m leaving Chicago almost exactly the same way. There’s your pattern of life.
...that I’m happy to pay a little extra to get the full season of a show I like on iTunes our Amazon because watching commercials makes me so desperately angry that I forget about the show and merely focus on the fucking advertising.
...that eventually someone will dig up something from your past and try to destroy you with it, which means the only people left standing will be the most boring bunch of shitstains in history.
