I really wanted to confess about my bad hair, per the I Must Confess prompt. It is certainly more light-hearted and fun than what I’m about to confess: I’m worried about our world. I’m worried about our future, my son’s future, my (God-willing) grandchildren’s future and so on and so forth.
It worries me that there are people who would think to blow up the finish line of a marathon, let alone actually do it.
It worries me that the media think it’s ok to show some of the images I’ve seen in the last week. Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.
It worries me that some news outlets would prefer to the be FIRST to report something, rather than FACTUAL in their reporting.
It worries me that pictures and names of suspects are released because this incites all kinds of behaviour – FB hate pages and look-alikes or people with the same name being targeted for starters. Then there’s the potential that they actually have it wrong and the suspect isn’t even guilty (but too late, because the whole world hates them on FB).
It worries me that people are terrorized into second-guess basic freedoms such as being able to walk down the street – or run a marathon.
It worries me that people think gay marriage is something to protest when there are clearly so many things ACTUALLY wrong with the world.
It worries me that there’s a country with their finger on a button, threatening to launch nuclear missile attacks.
I know worrying doesn’t change or fix anything. I know there are lots of people paid heaps of money to worry about these kinds of things. But I can’t help it. Why is there so much hate in the world?