I didn't really have anything to say about this until now. Or maybe it was that I wasn't acknowledging that there were thoughts about it in my head other than "Wow that's terrible...". I have been reading blogs and pretty much everyone seems to feel the same: sad, angry, confused. The thing that has been different for me is that I have had no strong feeling toward what happened in Boston. I don't even feel bad for just going about my life. Why is that?
The first of such tragedies that I ever remember where some nutjob caused a lot of people to die was the Oklahoma City bombing. Being a kid I never really paid attention to the news before that. It was shocking and sad and I promise you my mind was pretty blown. (pun not intended I swear). It was the first moment I remember ever thinking that the world was one fucked up place. I had my own issues with being abused as a child, but until then I'd never witnessed evil on such a large scale. And for no reason at all. Not that a reason exists that would justify something like that. Since then how many of these sorts of events have occurred? I couldn't tell you. I can't give you a number. All I can say is that enough has happened that I almost don't care anymore.
You're probably thinking that I sound like a asshole, and maybe I am. Or you might be thinking that if it were me and my family I would feel very differently and you'd be right. But it's not me, not this time anyway. Maybe one day it will be. Maybe one day I'll be at a concert and some crazy piece of shit will start shooting. If I'm supposed to go out like that what can I do? Nothing. Everyone dies. Some people die too soon and in horrible ways. I might be one of those people. One of my kids might be. No one knows what's going to happen. I think it's pretty accurate to say that there's more coming. While we are built with a self-preservation instinct, we are also surprisingly self-destructive.
The good news is that it is also human nature to adapt. Don't worry we can get used to anything.