it takes a deeper well
Would it be selfish and melodramatic of me to take this personally?
Yes? So be it. Just give me a minute to put back together the pieces of my faith in humanity.
Churches are sacred places, but I'm not so much offended by the symbolism. I'm much more horrified to be faced with the reality that people so connected to me, so close to my little safe world inside the big scary world... people who are friends of friends, even... are capable of being so reckless with other people.
people who have lost their places of worship and fellowship, their second homes
people who have lost what, just yesterday, were perfectly good sons, brothers, friends, boyfriends
people who are shaken by a way-too-close-to home reminder of how UNgood people can be
It wasn't just irresponsible or lacking in common sense. Their actions imply an inability to relate, to sympathize, to show any concern for how destructive they would be, not just to the actual buildings, but to all people impacted in whatever way to whatever extent.
All in the name of fun?? A prank that got out of hand?? They weren't even making a statement. Not that a motive would justify their actions. But at least then we could say they were crazy. There would have at least been some reason, in their minds, that outweighed the harm done to others. Nope. Just a fun prank. A thrill.
So maybe we can blame a portion of this on alcohol or other drugs, but they'd have to be some pretty potent drugs. I'm talking life-threatening strength. Because drugs can alter consciousness and emotions and behavior, but not even 10 beers or a 20 lines of cocaine could explain randomly burning a NINTH church. Or a second church for that matter. Enough speculation. It doesn't really matter at this point.
My mom used to tell me... "People aren't bad. They just do bad things." Of course by now I've learned things are never that simple. People are crazy and complex. Even so, I tend to give them the benefit of the doubt, perhaps too readily. It's just easier. I'll forever hold on to the idea that there's at least some bit of good in everybody, some bit worthy of compassion.
And with that, I'm ok. On with the show.
Happy Ending: Parker chased a bug around the house today while I crammed for my stats exam and it was the funniest thing I'd seen in 3 days.
Yes? So be it. Just give me a minute to put back together the pieces of my faith in humanity.
Churches are sacred places, but I'm not so much offended by the symbolism. I'm much more horrified to be faced with the reality that people so connected to me, so close to my little safe world inside the big scary world... people who are friends of friends, even... are capable of being so reckless with other people.
people who have lost their places of worship and fellowship, their second homes
people who have lost what, just yesterday, were perfectly good sons, brothers, friends, boyfriends
people who are shaken by a way-too-close-to home reminder of how UNgood people can be
It wasn't just irresponsible or lacking in common sense. Their actions imply an inability to relate, to sympathize, to show any concern for how destructive they would be, not just to the actual buildings, but to all people impacted in whatever way to whatever extent.
All in the name of fun?? A prank that got out of hand?? They weren't even making a statement. Not that a motive would justify their actions. But at least then we could say they were crazy. There would have at least been some reason, in their minds, that outweighed the harm done to others. Nope. Just a fun prank. A thrill.
So maybe we can blame a portion of this on alcohol or other drugs, but they'd have to be some pretty potent drugs. I'm talking life-threatening strength. Because drugs can alter consciousness and emotions and behavior, but not even 10 beers or a 20 lines of cocaine could explain randomly burning a NINTH church. Or a second church for that matter. Enough speculation. It doesn't really matter at this point.
My mom used to tell me... "People aren't bad. They just do bad things." Of course by now I've learned things are never that simple. People are crazy and complex. Even so, I tend to give them the benefit of the doubt, perhaps too readily. It's just easier. I'll forever hold on to the idea that there's at least some bit of good in everybody, some bit worthy of compassion.
And with that, I'm ok. On with the show.
Happy Ending: Parker chased a bug around the house today while I crammed for my stats exam and it was the funniest thing I'd seen in 3 days.