Ok, so the last week and half or so I've been witness to some events that have caused me to question my nature.
Nov 30 - At the SeaTac airport, while I was going up an escalator, I heard a lady shouting from the escalator beside me that was going down. I looked over the side to see that a heavy-set older woman was going up the escalator flat on her back, her head cocked backwards over a step, looking quite dead to me. The shouting came from a younger lady that was behind her that had witnessed her falling backwards at the start of the upwards escalator ride.
A large corn-fed-looking dude ran to the top of the escalator and timed his rescue just so that he was able to pull the downed woman up in one good hoist as she approached the top. The old lady just jumped onto her feet, giggled, and said something like "Wooo, that was scary!".
Dec 5 - At the Commercial Skytrain station, some whino decides that he's going to ride his bicycle down the escalator right in front of me. This wasn't a dual-suspension ride, not even a mountain bike. It was the kind of bike that Mrs. Daisy would probably ride around the paved path to smell the cherry blossoms. Needless to say, he made it about 10 feet down before going right over the handlebars and tumbling down some more to stop in a big unconcious heap halfway down. Women were screeching, men were gasping. I was just shaking my head and rolling my eyes.
Skytrain staff saw the whole thing from the bottom and stopped the escalator. About 10 seconds later, by the time I was inconveniently forced to walk down the escalator, the whino came to, and shakily got up, with a very large bleeding gash to the side of his face, composed of smaller vertical cuts that would match up with the steel grates of an escalator step.
Tonite - As I'm walking to the Stadium skytrain station for my commute home, I usually cut through the Vancouver Library in hopes that they have some classical music playing. No luck. This time the only music I hear is some drunk whino blurting out obscenities while staggering around in circles with a plastic cup of some questionable origin in his hand. As I get closer to him (he's doing his performance right in front of the opposite set of doors I need to use) his dancing pattern turns into a set of decreasing radius circles. Kind of like someone doing circle wheelies - but without a bike.
The smile on his face was contagious and started me giggling a bit. Then, quite suddenly, he loses his balance, collapses to one side and cracks his head on the brick floor. He's out like a light about two feet in front of me. Some tree-hugger looking guy screams out "Jesus Christ! Oh my god he hit his head! Someone call 911!". I was still snickering because the whino still had a smile on his face. I just kinda walked around the scene as I had an appointment to make.
I felt bad for the lady in the first accident, but I did nothing to help. As for the whinos, I just couldn't care less for them. I mean, I could have probably jumped out to catch the falling drunk whino in the library, but that would mean touching him.
I don't know what bothers me more, that I wasn't shocked by seeing these people getting hurt - I mean I didn't even flinch - or that I didn't do anything to help. Am I going to Hell?
(BTW, I blame YouTube for having desensitized me to images of people getting hurt.)