Gregor Vukasinovič
The Why
Bit of a trigger warning. This one's dark.
Another attack, and another instance of the media using pictures of leaflets asking "Why?" laid down on the street, amidst the candles and plushies in memoriam of the deceased, to symbolize the shock and helplessness of the public in the face of what happened.
Frankly, I've grown rather tired of that. And, what's more, I can't help but question if whoever wrote that leaflet, is really asking why, or if it's really more to show helplessness disguised as compassion. Neither of which is the same as asking why. "Why" denotes the question for an explanation, a reason, a meaning, understanding.
In the past, I sometimes used to explain "why" someone would do that. Why a person would go and attack a bunch of random people who never did anything to him whatsoever, who he never even spoke a word to. Usually it comes down to mental health issues, to bad company or none at all, often an adverse childhood. The subconscious plays a role. And all that paired with the feeling of having been screwed over big time by modern civilization. It's is one of the golden rules I aim to live by: People don't choose who they grow up to be. They don't even choose who they *hope* to grow up to be, for fuck's sake. Forgive them for they don't know what they do, one could call it - not saying that was easy.
But people rarely like to hear that, they'll get emotional and confrontational. Suddenly you're not explaining, but justifying, condoning, endorsing, sympathizing, and other things along those lines. And maybe I did in some cases. I certainly still know in my teenage years, I was another Columbine in the making. Saw the pictures on TV and immediately knew I wanted this to be my way to go. Shoot dead a few schoolmates and then blow my own brains out. And if I hadn't the balls for the latter, then the cops would do it for me. Things just didn't end up unfolding that way.
Anyway, to link this into the topic at hand: You've asked a question, and I replied to the best of my knowledge. The thing is just, you asked the wrong person. One who actually can answer your question. The figurative judge who, at least to a degree, knows what it's like to be a murderer, because he knows he could've become one on a different timeline. And who also has had the opportunity to sit down and talk with a few of them.
If you don't like the answer - and this assumes that in reality you already knew what the answer was going to be, which might not always be the case - then don't ask. Simple as that. Then don't write "Why?" on your leaflets. Write "Asshole!" instead. Either as an insult to process your anger, or as an Ärzte quote, recognizing the tragedy as the culmination of a chain of events, on which nobody involved would have chosen to embark on, if asked beforehand.
The Why
Bit of a trigger warning. This one's dark.
Another attack, and another instance of the media using pictures of leaflets asking "Why?" laid down on the street, amidst the candles and plushies in memoriam of the deceased, to symbolize the shock and helplessness of the public in the face of what happened.
Frankly, I've grown rather tired of that. And, what's more, I can't help but question if whoever wrote that leaflet, is really asking why, or if it's really more to show helplessness disguised as compassion. Neither of which is the same as asking why. "Why" denotes the question for an explanation, a reason, a meaning, understanding.
In the past, I sometimes used to explain "why" someone would do that. Why a person would go and attack a bunch of random people who never did anything to him whatsoever, who he never even spoke a word to. Usually it comes down to mental health issues, to bad company or none at all, often an adverse childhood. The subconscious plays a role. And all that paired with the feeling of having been screwed over big time by modern civilization. It's is one of the golden rules I aim to live by: People don't choose who they grow up to be. They don't even choose who they *hope* to grow up to be, for fuck's sake. Forgive them for they don't know what they do, one could call it - not saying that was easy.
But people rarely like to hear that, they'll get emotional and confrontational. Suddenly you're not explaining, but justifying, condoning, endorsing, sympathizing, and other things along those lines. And maybe I did in some cases. I certainly still know in my teenage years, I was another Columbine in the making. Saw the pictures on TV and immediately knew I wanted this to be my way to go. Shoot dead a few schoolmates and then blow my own brains out. And if I hadn't the balls for the latter, then the cops would do it for me. Things just didn't end up unfolding that way.
Anyway, to link this into the topic at hand: You've asked a question, and I replied to the best of my knowledge. The thing is just, you asked the wrong person. One who actually can answer your question. The figurative judge who, at least to a degree, knows what it's like to be a murderer, because he knows he could've become one on a different timeline. And who also has had the opportunity to sit down and talk with a few of them.
If you don't like the answer - and this assumes that in reality you already knew what the answer was going to be, which might not always be the case - then don't ask. Simple as that. Then don't write "Why?" on your leaflets. Write "Asshole!" instead. Either as an insult to process your anger, or as an Ärzte quote, recognizing the tragedy as the culmination of a chain of events, on which nobody involved would have chosen to embark on, if asked beforehand.