I didn’t think much about it, if you want to know the truth. I know it was some big, life-changing event for you, but for me it was just a Thursday. Thursdays are Thursdays. Some are better than others of course, but, when you get right down to it, it is still just a Thursday.
You eat. You shit. Maybe you have something good to eat. Maybe you have a headache, maybe you don’t. Maybe you eat something good, if you’re lucky. Maybe you get run over by a cement truck if you aren't. You have some control, but not a lot.
In the time it took to write this, fourteen people died of heart attacks around the world...
So, you were reeling from this big thing, and you wanted me to see how big the thing was, but it just looked like regular old shit to me. Same thing, different day.
Someone got attacked by wild animals somewhere in the world today…if that didn’t happen to you, you’re doing OK.
I’m not saying I don’t have empathy…it’s just a question of scale. People died in Iran and Palestine this week, and they died at the hands of weapons I helped pay for.
Sorry your Starbucks order was wrong? Sorry that guy cut you off in traffic? Sorry you got a flat tire and had to deal with it?
I really am sorry, it's just a question of scale...
