That’s the word I was looking for all morning. Finally found it.
It was yesterday morning, around 11:30, when I first logged on to CBC.ca and found that a shooting at a Montreal college had occured. And I really didn’t care. Hours later, only after having watched the news and seen the pictures of hundreds of traumatized students, some inconsolable, did the reality of the incident hit me.
While thinking about my response to the first news of the shooting, I realized that it no longer fazes me to see that somebody has walked into a public area and opened fire on innocent people. It happens. Frequently. Nor does it surprise me when another bomb goes off in Iraq, or any other place around the world.
While death is an evitable part of our existence, the violent ends to the lives of so many people should be troubling and worrisome. But it isn’t anymore. It’s an accepted part of our lives in some ways. We know it could happen to us.
And while for a few minutes today I was alarmed when the door to our classroom opened, only to have it be students behind schedule, after a few minutes the anxiety waned, and things continued as normal. And so it will be with this latest incident, too. After all of the cries for stricter gun control and the advocation of the monitoring of personal blogs die down, we’ll go back to our normal lives, until the next time this happens.