rkolter wrote:Just to give a different opinion, there was a double-suicide on my high school campus. It didn't particularly affect me because I didn't know the two people. It was sad, but live moved on.
I think we're really growing a generation of kids who don't know how to handle tragedy, or worse, who see tragedy as a windfall.
In my campus residence, a girl was speaking with her current boyfriend over the phone when someone knocked. It was her ex, who came all the way to the big city from whatever rock he crawled out from under in order to stab her to death. Her current boyfriend had the misfortune of not being hung up on when she opened the door; he could hear her dying screams.
An email was sent out, explaining about the tragedy and expressing the unversities' condolences. I lived in rez, same as the victim, and I felt bad that such a thing could happen, but the tragedy didn't effect me really at all.
I'm emotionally detached to people I've never met or seen. I didn't know this girl; I've never even seen her before. I lived in rez, same as her, and I didn't fear for my life. Maybe I'm pragmatic, but what happens if you question the fragility of human existance every time a tragedy occurs? A prostitute was picked up a block away from where I live now, taken downtown and sexually assaulted. Four people were stabbed on the streets outside a shopping mall I take shortcuts through, all on different days across a span of two months. Crimes happen all over my area, from B&E to muggings to traffic accidents to old people getting lost and wandering around.
Yes, it is important to think about these things and change our own life styles to try our best to prevent them from happening to us. But why get worked up over every incident that occurs? Bad things happen in life, and if you spend all your time fussing about the bad things, the good things will pass you by.
And McDuffies, I just reread your post and I totally get that. I wouldn't want to be surrounded by a generation of people who thought nothing at all of the things that happen to people. I think there's a happy medium somewhere, between the freak-out-OMG-it-could-have-been-me and the who-cares?