When something big happens, we all want to be involved. Even if it’s something unfortunate.
This isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It is this desire to be involved that spawns compassion among human beings. It’s because we can imagine what it would be like if it HAD happened to us. So we reach out.
I am lucky enough to have never been in danger because of the weather. I’ve never seen a tornado, been in a hurricane, or felt an earthquake. I’ve never suffered through a tsunami or ran from an exploding volcano. I just haven’t. I like to think that I live in one of the safest areas in the world. I live in the United States. Safety #1. I also live in northern Ohio. So no hurricanes, no fault lines, no tsunamis, and rarely a tornado.
I am lucky.
But here’s the thing: I’ve always wanted to see a tornado–just not have to worry about it harming anyone or anything.
And when I lived in North Carolina, I so badly wanted to experience a hurricane. Not a horrible one–just a hurricane. I wanted to see the rain and watch the trees bend, listen to the wind howl and hear the windows shake.
And when the earthquake hit yesterday, I wanted to feel it something fierce. But I didn’t.
I want to experience these types of weather–I just don’t want to deal with any of the negative effects. I’m stuck somewhere in this thinking that this makes me a bad person. I want to see these things that ruin people’s lives. But I don’t want them to ruin people’s lives. And I certainly don’t want to be in danger either.
I just want to see it, you know? Bah.