reply to post by Fishticon84
(to your belief that people would/ should be talking about this), Not necessarily.
In 1978, a man (Ira Atterberry- sp?) parked his motor home near the beginning of the Battle of Flowers parade in San Antonio &, just after the parade
began (I think. It could have been just right before or as it started), he started shooting people. He was parked adjacent to the parking lot of the
bank where I worked. I was surprised by the pop, pop sound the gun made. (having fired both rifles & a pistol, I'd have thought it would be louder. I
didn't know what it was until I saw a girl, with her leg bleeding, being helped into the drive through & someone said she'd been shot/ someone was
shooting people) At one point, we thought the crowds on the street (who had gathered to watch the parade) were going to break the plate glass windows
of the bank, trying to get away from him. My husband (who came to watch the parade with the rest of us who worked there) had walked past him- only 3
to 5 feet away, not 10 minutes before. Everyone inside the bank was herded into a storeroom in the middle of the building ("They're going to break
that glass"). I don't know about the people who worked in the lobby, but I really don't remember being all that afraid- just agitated.
This was a Friday.
I don't think my husband & I talked about it much past the next day. It certainly didn't change anything for me, consciously. Our parents didn't
really freak out about it. (My mom did, but just that day) By Monday, no one at the bank made a big deal out of it. There were no "grief counselors"
or any expectation of "traumatic effects".
In hindsight, we all just went on with our lives as usual. I think I only really remember so much about it because I'm kinda detail oriented like
I wonder, sometimes, if we've been conditioned- deliberately or as an unintended consequence, to over-reacting & melodrama by all the 'oh you poor
thing, you must be so traumatized' that happens afterward. (This seems to have started in the 70s- from what I can tell) In motocross, there used to
be a saying, "if you think you're going to fall down, you will". I wonder how much we've been conditioned to be these delicate little flowers who
"need" someone to "help" us. (If you think you're "supposed to" fall apart, you will)
Life is rough. And sometimes, horrible things happen. Sometimes, it seems like "we" crave it, dread it, & almost revel in it (not literally in a
joyful kind of way) when it happens. I am as obsessive as anyone; wanting to know the details of what happened & why. Most of us have become so
cynical with very good reason.
Maybe we imagine that it will help us protect ourselves if something bad comes our way. It won't. It's just how life is.
Or, maybe, people have become so indoctrinated; through movies/ fiction, pop culture, video games, & previous events, that we're either bored "when
nothing's going on" or we just want to get it over with so we can move on with the rest of our lives.
Whatever it is, it seems there is always someone who wants to capitalize on it at our expense.