I realized all the sudden that I have a really low *care* threshold. As in, I don’t.
Observation: A celebrity died. CNN emailed me. I read it, told my husband, since he was sitting there, said a brief prayer for her family and that was it. I didn’t go snooping any further. I tried really hard not to argue the point that people were making on facebook that ‘no one cares’ when a soldier dies. We all know that’s bs. LOTS of people care. Their deaths will affect us for generations, as will the lives of those men and women coming back who have ‘seen it’. We will ALL remember that. By now, though, the celebra-death craze has settled back down. Is it healthy either way to care too much or basically not at all?
It’s not all about this person in particular, but about ‘stuff’ in general. Celebrity news doesn’t hype me up. I feel sorry for the girls that seem to always go through panty (or not) flashing moments, drug abuse, or pure stupidity, but there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m not their friends or family, I don’t know them and don’t care to. I’m sure that all of these people are very wonderful human beings past all the glitz and glamor, but as for me: meh.
I feel some things in my personal life very strongly, for example we were rear-ended about 6 years ago, no one was hurt, but I still panic in slightly heavy traffic with a lot of stop and go. I had actually almost gotten over it (yes SIX YEARS)–actually it may be more than that.. I digress..when the truck rollover happened. Other than grieving for my truck (oh yes, for about 2 minutes), I haven’t felt a thing about THAT accident. In my mind before I go to sleep, images flash of what COULD have happened. I YELL at myself in my head to shut up and it goes away. Seriously. I still haven’t really driven yet. Driving for me in and of itself is a huge challenge. My brain does NOT process visual information fast enough for my taste. My hand-eye coordination sucks. I can’t drive a stick shift because my brain will not ‘do’ that many things at once. I drive mostly at off-peak hours so I’m not in ‘people’s way’. Also, there are fewer people out to get me. Now along with the rear-ending fear I’m scared our new truck will roll over, too. It makes for a horrible passenger, and probably an even worse driver. That I DO care about, because it keeps me from doing things for my girls. It also probably puts them in more danger because everyone is more likely to do something stupid if they are afraid. That bothers me, a lot.