The terrifying indifference

I have a reporter friend who is extremely curious. I don’t know if it was her curiosity that made her choose this profession, or if it was her occupational disease. In short, wherever there was trouble, she was there quickly.

The other day we were out, and while she was driving me down the street, she suddenly stopped. Thinking something was wrong, I asked:

- What's wrong, did your car break down? - No, but there was an accident over there, why don't you come in and take a look? - Are you crazy, what's there to see in an accident? - But there are too many people watching, let's just go in and see if there's anything interesting! I had to dissuade him until he was spitting to make him give up and get back in the car. But the next day, as soon as we met, I heard him blabbering about the accident the day before. It turned out that after driving me home (at "altar speed"), he ran to the scene of the accident to see what happened. Not to mention the case of two drug dealers holding grenades and hot weapons barricading themselves in the house - of course my friend couldn't be absent from such a famous "accident". That day, I wasn't in Vinh but I was still fully updated with all the developments and images of the incident. It was hard not to know when my friends' Facebook was flooded with images and clips of the scene of the incident. The most impressive photo was of the sniper force lying on the roof of a nearby high-rise building. I looked at it and nodded in admiration of the excellent reporting skills of the amateur "journalists". Not only me, but the two criminals hiding in the house probably also owe the netizens a thank you for updating such timely and detailed information. Thinking back on this story, I just find it funny - too sad but can only laugh at the excessive curiosity of many people. From domestic and foreign affairs, big to small matters, trivial to serious matters, silly to deadly matters, nothing can escape their curious eyes and gazes. Sometimes I wonder why they are so curious, is the information they "hunt" for any use, or is it just to be the subject of a few stories to kill time on a boring day? Imagine one day, you yourself will become the main character in a story that people will look at. Imagine one day you are lying on the street, surrounded by a crowd of strangers pointing, pointing their phones at you and gossiping about you like a housewife comments on a piece of pork displayed on a butcher's cutting board - nothing more, nothing less. Or worse, one day when you are absorbed in the crowd of gossiping and pointing at a stranger and suddenly realize that the cold body lying there belongs to a loved one of yours. Would you still feel excited and curious? After all, the story is about the difference in our perspective on an object or event. The same story, it may be a tragedy to the person involved, but it is just an entertainment show for passersby. The problem is that none of us know when we will become the main character in it. The problem is that no one thinks about it. Everyone thinks to themselves, “It probably won’t happen to me.” But who gets into a traffic accident or some other kind of incident and thinks, “Oh, I’m going to have an accident today”? Things just happen, without warning. I don’t have the habit of prying into other people’s business. Some people will say I’m insensitive. Some people think that curiosity is a way of caring. But to me, caring is only recognized if they want to help, or sympathize with the person in the story. If they just make each other out to make a story, that’s the most frightening indifference between people.