Ghost Hunting. It's sexy, right?
It's about this sexy--15 pounds of Hummer utility vest filled with equipment, even when it's 115 outside and the gig has no air-conditioning.
Oh, it gets sexier. I get to sit in a place and be absolutely quiet for hours on end in the darkness with no toilet.
Sometimes, I wish it were like this -
Me, a utility belt with cool gadgets that actually definitively work to detect a ghost, and some nice pumps....
How about the hours of reviewing audio and video?
The clients who are hearing voices speaking to them when they are off their meds?
No, wait, I know--the expression on people's faces when you mention your pass time involves searching for the unknown.
I'm okay with all of this. It's not sexy, though I give it an effort to rock the vest.
It's hot, sticky, freezing, uncomfortable, boring as hell, mind numbing, and upon occasion it produces the very thing that I chase--genuine phenomena.
It's freaking worth it, but sure as hell ain't sexy.