This morning I decided to give myself an easy way out for my post today. I had major writer’s block and couldn’t come up with a thing so I thought why not do one of those, “A Day in My Life,” posts.
They’re a little blah to write, but I’ll admit I always enjoy reading other blogger’s, LOOK AT WHAT I DO EVERYDAY posts, so why shouldn’t I? I’ll be back tomorrow with something better.
So this is me on this very morning. Before I do anything else, it always starts with coffee in the kitchen.
Harlow eats his breakfast and sits on the kitchen balcony looking for cats, while I sip my coffee and write down goals and mantras for the day in my journal. This is my favorite part of my entire day. It’s my moment before I “plug in” to emails, work stuff, news, basically the grind of everyday stuff.
And so sometime after babbling in my green journal for about 5-10 minutes, I grab my phone and check Facebook. And this is when I see that people are praying for Vegas. Almost immediately I know, as we all know. It’s happened again.
I don’t want to say we’ve become conditioned to this disgusting kind of tragedy, but haven’t we in a sense?
Right away, I start googling “Las Vegas Shooting” and my stomach drops, as it always does, when I start to read the details. “50 dead, maybe more.” “Over 200 injured.” And then sometimes I even click play on the shaky videos taken on iphones, shared by popular news outlets. I hear people screaming, gunfire cracking over and over and over, people running in a mad dash for their lives until the screen just suddenly goes black.
I shouldn’t watch these, but I do. I do it because I want to know what happened. I can’t process it. My brain won’t let me. So I watch the clips and I try to put myself there and wonder how I would react.
An hour after waking up my entire newsfeed on Facebook is full of “Prayers For Vegas.” People who were just there a month ago! They know this area! They’ve been there. And I’m the same way, as soon as I read about this my mind goes back to my last trip there in February.
Did we go to Mandalay Bay? Can I picture this? What if we had been there today rather than February?
It’s as if we’re all trying to find a connection somehow; a common ground. A way of reminding ourselves it could have been us.
By now there’s even more prayers on Facebook. And Instagram. Every social media channel.
And I think prayers are good. We need more positive energy right now. But what I don’t like is what comes after the prayers.
Because as soon as we’re all done praying and saying how sad and messed up this is, what a scary world we live in, do you know what comes next? We’ll start arguing about who’s fault this is.
It’s around this time when there’s always that status from some VERY tough dude that’s something like, “This is why I carry! If this ever happened to me I’d pull out my (insert gun name here) so fast and shoot that piece of shit he didn’t know what hit him.”
What a bold statement to make from behind the safety of your Facebook screen.
To me this kind of statement is especially hurtful, because I always imagine a victim’s family member reading stuff like this. It’s like poking a finger in their chest saying, your child should have done this instead!
I don’t know what the solution is, but something has to change. However I’m pretty sure it doesn’t lie in our Facebook arguments (or blog posts.)
I do know a man cowardly opened fire onto a crowd of innocent concert dwellers from the safety of his 32nd floor hotel room and now people are dead. He used extreme violence to incite terror and fear, to people everywhere.
The Facebook prayers will continue, the arguments will start shortly (if they haven’t already,) and I’ll add outdoor concerts to my list. My list of places where I go and have to scan the area and wonder, if it happens here, where would it come from?
I’m going to resist the arguments today, because I’m pretty sure pissing each other off right now won’t help anyone. I think at the root of it, we’re all just a bunch of people who are scared and worried, and want someone to tell us we’re safe.
I think the best thing we can do right now is just try to be better to one another.