So I was browsing my facebook today and happened upon about 12 different people all saying the same thing... R.I.P Zach.. and some variation thereafter. Zach (who's last name shall remain...nameless) was a young lad in a nearby town who had gone missing. Within one day of his gone missing, flyers were up instantaneously. While seeing one at a Tim Horton's a few days after, my bf commented "He'd been gone 3 days? Fuckers go missing in England for days and come home fine."
But Zach wasn't fine.
3 weeks passed, before he was found. Flyers and rewards did nothing to help the search, which went on at the nearby town river where he was last seen. He was found there, two days ago, already dead.
Now I didn't know him. I didn't join the Facebook groups that countless friends invited me to, because I didn't see the point. And when people were paying their respects with messages on fb, it didn't faze me. What did though, was when I saw a few messages passed between people I was friends with.
One girl, let's call her Nicole commented to another girl, say her name is Ashley (these names are fictional)... Nicole says to Ashley, asking how she is regarding Zach. Ashley replies "I didn't really know him. I met him maybe twice, but I'm really shook up." Nicole comforts Ashley with a warm response, to which Ashley confides that she's really heart broken over this, and can't stand to go on.
It made me think. How can you really be affected by somebody you hardly knew? You met them maybe twice, and you can't go on? I just couldn't fathom this.
Maybe I'm a bitch who doesn't understand, but I've seen death. I've been hurt by death. But an individual who you admitted to not knowing greatly affects your depression? Just makes no sense to me. Perhaps some are more empathic than others, or maybe it's some sort of bonding experience with all the other 'grieving' people who hardly knew him.
And the same sort of thing that goes on throughout the world. A hurricane will hit an island. Thousands die. A terrorist attack goes down in a city. Thousands die. I'm just... not affected by these things because incidents happen like this every day. People die of famine, disease, war, and only a few incidents get reported for charities. What makes them more special over another?
Anybody else feel this way?
But Zach wasn't fine.
3 weeks passed, before he was found. Flyers and rewards did nothing to help the search, which went on at the nearby town river where he was last seen. He was found there, two days ago, already dead.
Now I didn't know him. I didn't join the Facebook groups that countless friends invited me to, because I didn't see the point. And when people were paying their respects with messages on fb, it didn't faze me. What did though, was when I saw a few messages passed between people I was friends with.
One girl, let's call her Nicole commented to another girl, say her name is Ashley (these names are fictional)... Nicole says to Ashley, asking how she is regarding Zach. Ashley replies "I didn't really know him. I met him maybe twice, but I'm really shook up." Nicole comforts Ashley with a warm response, to which Ashley confides that she's really heart broken over this, and can't stand to go on.
It made me think. How can you really be affected by somebody you hardly knew? You met them maybe twice, and you can't go on? I just couldn't fathom this.
Maybe I'm a bitch who doesn't understand, but I've seen death. I've been hurt by death. But an individual who you admitted to not knowing greatly affects your depression? Just makes no sense to me. Perhaps some are more empathic than others, or maybe it's some sort of bonding experience with all the other 'grieving' people who hardly knew him.
And the same sort of thing that goes on throughout the world. A hurricane will hit an island. Thousands die. A terrorist attack goes down in a city. Thousands die. I'm just... not affected by these things because incidents happen like this every day. People die of famine, disease, war, and only a few incidents get reported for charities. What makes them more special over another?
Anybody else feel this way?