what's the point

Kind of going off the last blog I posted, but I find that its lame how society raises people that can’t handle hearing about certain situations, like death, or abuse or whatever it happens to be, because it happens all the time. Sadly enough. Yet people are forced to feel alone, and go through it all, feeling as though they are the only one who knows what it’s like.
It’s become unacceptable to speak of some of the worst things that happen in the world, in public. Now I don’t mean the things like war, or earthquakes. But those are definitely some of the worst things that happen in the world. I am talking about something more… something that strips away all the dignity in people. Instead of talking about these things in a serious way, people my age seem to all turn it into one big joke.

The other day, I was on the bus, and there were a few guys that got on the bus from my University.  They took a seat next to me, and unfortunately I didn’t have my iPod to block them out because trust me, I would have if I could. They started speaking very loudly about how so-and-so “raped” the other team in a hockey game, and how “raping” was the best thing ever. Basically using said word, to replace winning. How the hell does rape equate to winning?! Hello, they are nothing alike. And if you think so, go die fucktard. So, the bastards continue being loud and obnoxious on the bus. They actually began talking about rape, in the sense that the word was meant to be used, and they were graphically describing how “awesome” it would be if they could do that, and how they would pat each other’s backs and celebrate about it. Like, WHAT THE HELL. The youth today are seriously messed in the heads.

What's the point of making it all a joke? It's not really that funny. Actually, it’s not funny at all. Period. Especially for those that have gone through something as traumatizing as that. So why the hell is it all a big joke to some people? I guess it's something that my empathy can never help me understand.