I should care.
Hundreds are dead. Thousands mourning.
I should care. There are millions who care. Millions who never met the dead or the grieving.
But I don’t care. I try to. I really do. I just…can’t.
There’s nothing there. I try to find concern or compassion, but there’s nothing.
Have things really gotten to that point? The point where it’s commonplace, where it’s almost expected. Not a matter of if but where and when.
The word “jaded” comes to mind. So does the word “callous.” Which is it? Perhaps it’s both.
I should care. I really should.
But I just can’t.