About 26 years ago, I was picking something up at the college post office, and I overheard the woman behind the counter say, “No, someone else was shot.” I thought about it all the way across the quad. It seemed to have importance. It wasn’t until I walked into my boyfriend’s dorm and saw a guy hopping up and down screaming “Bush in ’81!” that I found she’d been talking about President Reagan. Hinckley had just tried to assassinate him.
About ten years ago, I was at the mall with Gary, and we passed a couple. The woman was saying pleasantly, “Yeah, but they said just her arm was broken.” “Whose arm?” I thought, but I didn’t ask, because I didn’t know those people. And I almost forgot about it, went home, and went to sleep when Gary burst into the room screaming Princess Diana had died.
This morning I was scanning the Yahoo news and thought, “Huh. Someone got shot at a college in Virginia and the top story is still ‘It’s Raining In New England?’”
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Yeah, this whole thing is so sick and sad. It just depresses the hell out of me.
It’s amazing how much stuff happens around us when are just carrying on with day-to-day life. My blog today is similar.
Autumn and Angie – It is sad, but what I find most sad is that people keep attaching “reasons” to his behavior. He was crazy. Kind of like a natural disaster: no reason for it. A guy went mad. Sad, but no more preventable than an earthquake.