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Time for everyone to think I’m an insensitive prick who doesn’t care. 

Here goes…

Audrey Seiler was found alive today – that’s all the information I know, it’s all that anyone really knows.  I’m sure more will come out later.  For her friends and family, I am sure they are overjoyed, relieved, overwhelmed, etc., etc.  I have never known anyone who has gone missing or anything even close to that, so I will remain base in my statements of emotions.  I simply don’t know exactly how they are feeling. 

I don’t know Audrey, despite the fact that we are the same age and, last year, were on the same campus.  I also do not know anyone who knows her (that I am aware of, that could very well be false).  So, therefore, I cannot say that I truly care.  People go missing every single freaking day, most often “poor” people, teen girls, young children, and the list continues.  No one seems to care until a pretty, most likely popular (I apologize for the assumption, but it is simply what comes to mind) student from a well-known, wealthy university disappears.  Then it becomes incredibly important and the focus of everyone.

There is something so wrong with this.  If you know her – care.  If you are related to her – care.  If you simply opened your issue of The Daily Cardinal and read about it, I have to question you.  Why is it that you care now?  Is it because it was brought to your attention and you feel that it is the “in” thing to do to care?  I’m talking to my mother as I’m writing this and she thinks that there might be some sort of psychological reason as to why some people feel compelled to care.

Not me.  Call be a heartless bitch, but I don’t really care.  I am more concerned about my father’s health, my brother’s recording, my mom’s stress from her mother, Mark and Val and Ani’s lives, my grades, etc., etc. 

I am thrilled that there ARE people that head organizations that look for missing people, should I ever need to locate a loved one that has slipped through the cracks.  I am happy that there are people that devote their life to this.  But it is not me.  And it shouldn’t be something that is done just because it is “cool”, the “in” thing, or anything like that.

Do what you want – this isn’t an attempt at preaching, though I know it sounds like it.  It is just some literary bitching.  My therapist cancelled my session this week and I need some sort of release.  Also, due to forgetfulness and stupidity, I have not taken any Lexapro in almost 2 weeks.  Needless to say, something is about to break.

I just can’t let it be me.