Suffering and apathy
Okay, time for a serious post. Very much so, in fact. I'm very much curious about how my situation is perceived, so please, just try to bare with me. I'll TRY to express myself as eloquently as I can without sounding too insensitive.
I have noticed that I differ greatly from other humans in a peculiar way. To put it simply, I find it extremely difficult to empathize with the trials of people who are not immediately involved with me.
Let me give you a great example. There was the (somewhat) recent case of some headcase who made the odd decision to obliterate a classroom full of young children with an automatic weapon. I recall the torrential outpouring of support that came in from all directions to the victims' families. It was hard to ignore; this incident clearly hit a very sensitive nerve with the public, and understandably so.
I, however, did not care. I did not care in the slightest. I'm explicitly, perfectly aware that what the perpetrator did was wrong. I know that those who died were innocent. Still, the case never bothered me.
Again, this is just one example; but one that's so good that I probably need no more.
Anyway, the reasons for my attitude regarding such cases are as follows.
1) I cannot and will not waste my energy worrying about people whom I don't know, who I know could care less about me. And if they never cared about me, why should I care about them? Why bother stressing about someone's problems when you haven't got any emotional investment made in them anyway?
2) In cases where the perpetrator is dead, outrage is rendered obsolete.
3) People weren't tortured; they merely died. And as I've already bluntly stated on the subject, "everyone's got to die sometime." But concerning yourself with the "pain" of someone who is now quite physically incapable of feeling it has no point. Stressing over dead people (especially ones that you didn't know at all) is a waste of energy. There are very many people in this world - young and old - going through trying times. Abused, exploited, slandered, betrayed, whatever. I'm a lot more concerned with them than with a bunch of dead strangers.
4) EVERYBODY ELSE cares. Very much. So what does it matter if I do or not?
Now before you jump to conclusions and assume that I'm an abhorrent person who probably takes great joy in abusing the innocent with the most devious methods, let me make it clear that such assessments are groundless. I never bother anyone in any way. I'm decent. In fact, I really, honestly consider myself to be morally well-developed and ethically introspective; considerably more so than the typical human, actually. I'm surprisingly sensitive; in fact, a number of people (including a couple on this site) have suggested that I work with kids, or even become a parent myself. I consider these to be great compliments.
But a roomful of innocent kids got turned into Swiss cheese and I don't give a shit. I can't. I didn't know them, they never gave a damn about me or what I've been through, and I do not care. I don't see the point. If they were alive and therefore still possible to help in any conceivable way, sure -- I still probably wouldn't find their anguish quite as emotionally involving as others, but at least caring would have a point.
And that's just it - I've been mistreated plenty in my life, but I don't recall any pity parties. And I think this very well may be the most telling of all my points on this matter, as it's apparently difficult to care about other people when you truly believe that they don't give one whit about you.
I guess this can all be summed up with the following question: Is it normal for an essentially decent person to have little to no empathy for people in cases where it's deemed to be largely pointless, even when those in question are children?
Do I sound somewhat psychopathic to you, or perhaps just exceedingly apathetic? Personally I have no idea what to think.