So my mother decides to tell me about some Christian school in Washington or Wisconsin or whatever. It was 4 am I wasn't paying attention. Apparently a shooter killed two people, injured seven others, then killed himself.
When she told me this, I literally shrugged and began pouring myself a cup of coffee, then sat down to watch The Twilight Zone on Amazon Prime Video. My mom tapped my arm (she's deaf) and when I look up, she's staring at me with disappointment on her face.
"You don't care?" she says to me in sign language. (For reference, my mother and father are both deaf. Although in my father's case, was, as he passed back in 2018).
I set my coffee and phone down. I shrug. "It happens every week mom. A school. A church. A club or bar. Who the fuck cares?"
As a father whose daughter attends school, I should care.
As a Christian whose spiritual brothers and sisters attend church, who attended this school I can't even remember the state it's located in, I should care.
As a gun owner who's 2A rights are targeted because of atrocities like this, I should care.
But to be honest? I really don't care. It happens all the fucking time. And I feel like a bad person because I see pictures of dead kids on the news and don't feel anything. Not even interest.
Is something wrong with me, or do other people feel this way?