Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Faith, You're Driving Me Away

There used to be a time when it didn't take very much at all to shock me. Being younger and naive, the world seemed pretty scary. I remember an incident when I was still a kid. I was watching Crime Watch with my dad, and I started crying. It wasn't just the realisation that there was a possibility of such heinous deeds being committed, but I was upset because of the fear that such things could happen to me and my family.

Now, whenever someone tells me something that is presumably meant to be jaw-dropping material, I find myself responding with disturbing nonchalance: "Oh, okay."
I really don't know where I get this cynicism; this propensity to expect the worst from people. There's so much shit going on in the world now, that it's becoming somewhat of a norm to open the newspapers and read about someone dying. Such that it isn't so uncommon to feel some amount of detachment from tragic events. And that just shouldn't be the way it is but it is anyway. It's not that I don't still worry about the safety of my loved ones, but I suppose there is a part of you that accepts the fact that such things aren't in your control.

So maybe it isn't so much of cynicism, but rather resignation to the state of things. The level of nastiness that a human being is capable of certainly cause for alarm.

And one wonders why I have trust issues.

Posted by stash at 1:15 AM