On my way home I saw a police car on the side of the street and then I saw the police officer and then I noticed that he was standing above what appeared to be an old man. He could have been young but he looked old from where I was. He had collapsed on the side walk from my understanding. Many other passengers had noticed it as well and they all looked in horror and sorrow for this man. A man that I am sure none of them knew. I on the other hand found myself looking for only 10% of the time just enough to know that there was a man that could be having a hart attack or something.
Yet I dint care I dint even as much as to give it a second though. I totally forgot about the situation until I got home and I talked to my mom (me and my mom are close and a mama’s boy, so fuck off) about my day and then it hit me. I seem to have no sympathy or empathy.
The thing is that confuses me is that according to the definition of both of these I can do both. I put myself in the shoes of others and understand what they do and why the feel that way. The problem is that I just don’t give a shit.
I have lived a mere 19 years and in that time I have seen allot. I have seen everything from child abuse (in person) to corpses in lakes (in person) to live mutilations. Nothing surprises me anymore and only infuriates me. Although even that itself is rare. It has gotten to the point that its almost like I have done it many many times. in different lives. Like some sort of reincarnation like thing (I don’t believe in reincarnation). Its a very close example.
Simply put it there is so much going on in this world that I just find many of the problems that people deal with on a day by day, are nothing they a meaningless. What is even more irritating is those that turn to some fucking imaginary man in the sky.
Well anyway what ever so a guy may or may not have died and I couldn’t care less. Such is life.
