"Klebold followed Harris wherever Harris went," as witnesses stated.
But when journalists saw the Basement Tapes, that vision changed. According to some, it was Dylan who seemed to be the dominant figure (the ‘psycho’ of the two) on those. He talked more often, seemed more determined, appeared to be the biggest hater. “Contrary to popular opinion,” writes the Denver Post, “it is Harris who comes across as the most sympathetic of the two. He was seen in the first few days as angry and weird, but here he is apologetic and somewhat remorseful. (..) Klebold is monstrous on those tapes, raging on about his lifelong hidden anger and all the slights he suffered at the hands of his fellow students, teachers, and family. (..) He shows no contrition, just deadly aggression.”
Years later, in 2006 when the journals of the two were released, that monstrosity took on a different meaning. Then it became clear what Dylan was really like, when nobody else was around: pathetic, down, interested in nothing but his misery and his reunion in death with an imaginary soulmate — not even the shooting mattered to him. It is this side that he kept hidden from Eric. His monstrosity was an act — it was showing off, begging for acceptance, the price he had to pay for his ticket to the halcyon. He misled Eric.
But he misled everyone. (..) On the Diversion list with thirty problems, of which Eric noted fourteen as being relevant to himself, Dylan only ticked two: money and jobs, exactly the two things that said nothing about himself. The Diversion-people swallowed the story; in the three-quarter year he had to deal with them, Dylan knew how to keep the kookiness of his journal hidden from them completely. Just like he hid it from his parents, his friends, the entire school. And from Eric.
- Excerpt from We Are But We Are Not Psycho, by Tim Krabbé.
Columbine was the result of the accidental meeting of two completely different boys who happened to form one disastrous combination: one boy who wanted to commit mass murder and was willing to die to get what he wanted; one boy who wanted to die and was willing to commit mass murder to get his wish. The arrest brought them together, their culture encouraged them, their environment did not stop them.
But when they went to school that morning, the shooting no longer was what either of them wanted. Eric did not want to die anymore, but he had become what he had blustered about: an Eric-without-NBK no longer existed. The only thing he had left was to actually do it. Dylan only wanted to die himself. His cry of triumph echoed throughout the school: “Today is the day on which I die!” If another couple hundred people had to die before his ascent to the halcyon — so be it. A few less deaths? Fine as well — it was so much fun to go crazy.
Excerpt from Wij Zijn Maar Wij Zijn Niet Geschift (We Are But We Are Not Psycho), by Tim Krabbé.
Yes, Dylan is definitely a Hottie McHotterson with his beautiful long hair and such, but why don’t we talk about his short hair more often?
I mean like, wow~
I hate when you’re at someone’s house and they’re like
‘mum, she’s hungry’
And you’re like NO DONT SAY THAT I SOUND SO NEEDY WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST SAY WE!?!?