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Between risk and apathy, I know what I choose.
So... Socteam in Avery cancelled Team Gotcha this year, due to the events at VTech. I'm going to put aside all my other issues with Socteam, including the fact that they made this decision without consulting the Hovse, and just focus on the rationale. They decided that "shooting" and "killing" each other with water guns wasn't in good taste right now. For me, this just brings up the question of why it wasn't in bad taste before. People get shot and killed all the time - it's not like VTech was the first shooting that's ever occurred, not even the first on a college campus. If we felt okay with playing at killing before, why should it be different now?
My point is not that we should be okay with shooting each other, but that we should be okay with living. It's the same as the attitude of those who jabber about the "Post-911" world. The world is always dangerous - there are always psychos that want to destroy what everyone else works for, and there is always the chance that your life will intersect with their hate. I have anxiety disorder. I've known the irrational fear of being shot by a stranger. I've known the desire to hide away from windows. I've known the crippling effects of the fear of death. What it all boils down to is that if you let it get to you, if you let yourself hide from the world, you're dead already. You're not living in the real world, at least, and is there such a big difference between physical and emotional death?
There's always a risk of dying, more from natural causes or fluke accidents than from someone else's hate. Every breath you take brings you a little bit closer to the inevitable. If you obsess on it to the point of paralysis, then what value does your actual life have? Let go! Have fun while you can! Because when it does happen, you're not going to wish you'd spent more time alone and fearful.
My point is not that we should be okay with shooting each other, but that we should be okay with living. It's the same as the attitude of those who jabber about the "Post-911" world. The world is always dangerous - there are always psychos that want to destroy what everyone else works for, and there is always the chance that your life will intersect with their hate. I have anxiety disorder. I've known the irrational fear of being shot by a stranger. I've known the desire to hide away from windows. I've known the crippling effects of the fear of death. What it all boils down to is that if you let it get to you, if you let yourself hide from the world, you're dead already. You're not living in the real world, at least, and is there such a big difference between physical and emotional death?
There's always a risk of dying, more from natural causes or fluke accidents than from someone else's hate. Every breath you take brings you a little bit closer to the inevitable. If you obsess on it to the point of paralysis, then what value does your actual life have? Let go! Have fun while you can! Because when it does happen, you're not going to wish you'd spent more time alone and fearful.