Surprisingly though, my couch detective tendencies never extended to anything more than that. No great inclination to pursue actual detective work. It was a good thing really since that line of work is not popular and therefore unrewarding here in the Philippines. I don't think I'm cut out for police or NBI or intelligence work, either (low pay and all the running around for clues using circa 1800 tools and methodologies? No thanks!).
But, then, I admire those people who are in these kind of work especially in the Philippines. I believe that aside from hard work, it takes a lot of guts to do actual investigation.
In my previous work, I was at one time, assigned to handle files pertaining to work financial claims. There were death certificates and autopsy reports and it bothered me after some time. Possesed of a fertile imagination, I can't quite keep myself from thinking about the bodies of the persons on those papers. Once, I even had to steel myself to take the papers personally from a mourning widow! I found I can't be clinical about it all and decided to resign from there.
That experience made me all the more amazed of the people who make a lifetime's work out of it. Sure, the CSI phenomenon makes it seem like a glamorous job but I believe its all hard work. There is also the painstaking lab work and the emotional strain that ties with it.
So, I'd go on enjoying my safe and comfortable mystery-solving in books and fiction. It's all fun to think about them in the realm of unreality. To just enjoy putting the pieces of the puzzle together and come up with the answer. With me, its a vice really.