There are countless numbers of subjects that I would rather not know about. And sometimes it's a lot easier to ignore them, pretend I don't know, or just not do anything.
I don't like knowing about scary things like cancer or murders on the news. They don't relate to me, and I can't do anything about them. So why should I care? It's easier to just ignore them, to tell myself that none of those things would ever affect me.
I don't want to know about people smoking, or even worse, doing drugs. It would be a lot easier if I didn't care. After all, if people want to gradually kill themselves, who am I to give a fuck? Why is it that I can't stop picturing them throwing their cigarettes on the ground and leaving? And this never ending guilt because I didn't tell them to pick up their shit.
Maybe everything would just be a lot easier if I didn't care so much about life. People die everyday; people I never knew, never cared about. I never shed a tear for them. Should I? What difference would it make?
Yet, I would mourn for eternity if any of my beloved friends and family left. Just one person, and my whole world would be different. But it's just one person.
As always, I think too much.