He signed off with, “Well have him call me when he gets
home.” I assured him I would, wondering
why that was necessary as I had just told him where Matt was and it was nowhere
near any mall.
Later that night a former roommate called because she just
heard the news. “Are you okay?” I assured her we were.
Um. This is where I
have a problem with everyone needing to be in touch on a surface level all the
time. 20 years ago if there was a mall
shooting, or other such tragic event here’s how the thought process went. “Do I know anyone there? Could they be at the mall in question/other
such tragic event? Probably not.” And
then everyone would move on.
Because really, what are the chances of me being at a mall
outside of the city in which I live? In the afternoon? On a weekday?
I can say that people who know me well enough to have my phone number
should realize that the chances of me being at a mall at any time of any day
are so small they actually approach negative numbers.
I see this at work a lot.
I once had a parent call because the guy who drove her child to school for the
daily carpool hadn’t texted her that her child had arrived safely and he did
that every day and could I check to see if her child was there. Well yes, where else would she be? And, better question, why are you calling me
and not him and why do I need to humor your crazy?
Here’s the thing.
Matt drives to work in a car every single day. I come from a family with a history of
depression issues and, though I’m fine now, I’ve had at least one episode of
major depression in the past. I’m also
overweight. Matt and I are much more
likely to die from these three things (cars, depression, health problems
brought on by overweight) than any random gun violence that might happen in the
same metro area as us. But no one calls
and checks in with us every time there is a metro automobile fatality and that
happens every single day. Friends don’t
call me regularly to check my mood or what I’ve been eating lately. There is danger all around, but it’s not the
danger you are thinking of.
It’s good that there are people who care about us out there,
but I’ve come to believe that it’s ridiculous for people to constantly cast
themselves in the dramatic role of “worried about friend because situation
happened near them.” What if we hadn’t
been home? What if I had gone to a
movie? What if we were staying overnight
at a hotel*? Would the thought process
have gone, “Well, I can’t get ahold of them so they must be DEAD!!!” Or would people have just gone on with their
lives? I suggest that it might be a bit
easier to go through life assuming that the people you know are avoiding death
and trauma on a regular basis. If
tragedy finds your friends and family you will know soon enough. In the meantime let go of some worry. And maybe, if you want to, call them just to
chat.
*We actually had plans to do that the next night, but the
concert that was playing that necessitated the hotel stay was moved to March, so
the mid-week in-town hotel trip was moved too.
I am such a worry wart that I do almost jump to a neurotic conclusion. This is usually about my dear spouse. He doesn't answer his cell, I jump to the worst, scariest, saddest conclusion possible (I tried to type it out, but couldn't actually have it in print.). It usually does involve a car, though. I can be honest, I figured with a decent likelihood that you were not in that mall. Interesting essay, as usual!
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