And people wonder why we would want out of this world. A bombing at the Boston Marathon? Really? Why do these tragedies keep happening? How is everyone else so well-adjusted? How can you look at all this horror and violence and not weep for humanity? It disgusts me that I live in such a place, that I am called a member of this species. It isn’t selfish to commit suicide. It’s smart. Do people not realize it’s only getting worse? We can try everything to make this planet livable, but it doesn’t work. I hate it here. Suffering and pain just shouldn’t exist, and I can’t stand being so helpless in it all. I’m starting to be desensitized to it all, and that scares me. I know that it’s only because I really would off myself if I fell apart after every tragedy. I can’t take on the burden of ALL suffering. But I still shouldn’t shrug my shoulders at it. It should be appalling–and it is, but it’s becoming so commonplace, so normal. It just isn’t right at all.
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I know what you mean I think. I keep feeling less and less startled and surprised every time I hear something horrific, less and less of the shock I used to feel. Every so often something still gets through, I saw a documentary called Bully and this girl, maybe 12? well its a long story but she cried out at one point “mama, I just want to go home” and it actually brought tears and a feeling in my heart.
It is so awful now, a lot of extreme stuff going on ALL the time. But I also think we were never meant to know about all the suffering instantaneously from all over the world, we were only wired to handle (at the least) the stuff going on in our local environment. I think it is just all overload, how can we possible deal with all that, so it is probably just our brains trying in its animal like way to protect itself.
Maybe before, it would be something like our neighbor was sick and we’d bring food or something to try and help. And now we all feel helpless.
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I always thought that people seemed to care too much about irrelevant, pointless things in their lives and never anything that actually affected them or was worth caring about, such as what you’ve mentioned. It doesn’t seem to register in them that it’s worth more than just a thought, and that’s the problem in my opinion.
Yea, I think it’s just this overload. There’s so much suffering in the world that we can’t care about all of it or we’d go crazy, so we just become numb to everything. And it’s tough, because there are terrible things happening all over the world all the time, and I really want to care. But I have no feeling left to give. It hurts too much, and it’s enough to send me straight over the edge when I think about the terrible things in this world. I just don’t want to be here even more when things like this happen. The only hope has been that there’s something that can be done to help–but what can we really do? We can’t create peace. We can’t fill everyones’ needs. We can’t fix things, so what’s the point at all? I just want out, and I know it’s selfish to think of me at a time like this. But thinking of what’s actually happened sends me spiralling even more.
Please…homing happens all the time around the world and people die but its “tuck the world” when it happens in America. So the innocents lives lost off American soil doesn’t count or dosent invoke the same outrage. Interesting
@clarity1987 – I think that in the last couple of decades we’ve been surprised and shocked at the circumstances. It’s new for us. There were bank robberies and mafia massacres, then some mail bombings with armed robberies in retail stores all back in the day.
Then we had shootings in Olympics, post offices, workplace offices, physician clinics, movie theaters, churches, universities, high schools and elementary schools. Before 9/11 some guy tried to fly his airplane into the White House. Maybe someone tried to bomb a marathon here before, but it’s news to me.
Kissnm’s point is that we’ve become numb even on our soil. So if you’re saying we don’t get rattled when this stuff happens elsewhere well that’s obvious for numb people in any country, isn’t it?
Yea, and maybe it was the Boston bombing that brought this to my mind, but I wasn’t just talking about things in America. For all you know, I could be from anywhere in the world. I’m talking about hatred, evil, and suffering as a human condition, regardless of country or anything else. I find it interesting that you judge me, knowing absolutely nothing about me.
Maybe a little off topic, but.. What’s proper etiquette, if (the finish line explodes while) you’re still out there a mile or two? Do you stop in your tracks and hail the nearest cab ride home, or try to finish the damn thing?
For those that finish the marathon (before and after detonation) is it better to try to help even though you’re exhausted and probably want to die, or just get the hell out of the way?
I’ve just been reading a book by Victor Frankl “Man’s Search for Meaning”- a doctor that spent 3 years in Auschwitz. He wrote that after awhile in the camp,
“Disgust, horror and pity are emotions that we could not really feel any more. The sufferers, the dying and the dead became such commonplace sights that they could not move us anymore. Our feelings were blunted and we watched unmoved.
“Apathy, the blunting of the emotions and the feeling that one could not care anymore..by means of this insensibility the prisoner soon surrounded himself with a very necessary protective shell.” But even then he said people tried at times to help others.
I think I understood what you meant kiss. The suffering all over the world. IAnd it’s awful but we become numb to stand it. Coitus- I just think you never know and you do what you need to survive but I think more people than we think would help people in front of them that were in trouble. (I hope.)
So true about how in the past it would have been a bank robbery here and there. And you’d just read it in the newspaper or something, like days later.
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.â€
― Fred Rogers
I think I’m a little different. I’m not sure if anyone relates. But part of my problem is that I see so much beauty in the world admits the pain. I just feel like I am not a part of it.
Anonabama I like what you did there. I don’t know if there’s a word for what you’ve done, but (if not) I think there will be soon. The marathon’s finish line at the steps Boston Public Library in Copley Square makes Mr. Rogers’ neighborhood look like a rust belt ghetto, but I digress..
It’s a younger crowd here but a few might remember the Yugo car maker. The Yugo was a piece of crap but that’s not my point. My point is that (as countries go) you must be VERY productive to mass produce anything street legal. Through some wild streak of good fortune, somehow the area formerly referred-to as Yugoslavia managed to export cars to America for sale here at less than $2000 brand new.
When the U.S.S.R. collapsed 9 years later, some of its member states fell farther than others. Yugoslavia is not found on maps today, or to put it another way Yugoslavia caught splinters off the shitty end of the stick. If you google “yugoslavia selco” then you can see posting of one guy who survived the collapse.
Selco has written people lose their humanity during the collapse and regain it in strange ways. I am positive that Fred Rogers would have PTSD and be an utter basket case if he’d been cheering the finishers yesterday in proximity to either detonation. Selco writes that in the collapse things like toilet paper became very precious. Other ordinary items like a bottle of perfume become a brilliant luxury that can remind a broken zombie of better times a better “neighborhood,” and make them nearly human for awhile.