Neither here nor there

I go on TikTok to see the videos my daughter makes while on her uncle’s farm.  The baby cows and goats are amusing.  And my daughter’s apparent happiness is so evident.  It makes me glad.  But I don’t stop there.  I view lots of different TikToks.  And the one thing I see is the number of people who share their suffering.  Abuse. Divorce. Cheatings spouses. Crazy neighbors. I’ve suddenly been caught up in an abusive algorithm. I don’t like it. Yet I’m captivated. Ambulance chaser mentality. In the safety of my home. I can empathize with others’ suffering yet withhold any actual participation. I won’t be asked for any help. Yes, I’m a horrible person and I know I’m not the only one. By viewing someone’s momentary life online, millions can feel connected to humanity yet still feel secure in their ability to not be physically involved. Not sure where I was going with this thought. It’s not original.