You Dunnit

When I came home from work this evening, I was feeling distinctly queasy. Of course when I got home the witch hunt began: I'd sat backwards on the bus, I hadn't drank hardly any water today, I hadn't eaten. But did it really matter what did it? After sitting quietly for a bit, a glass of ginger ale and bit of tucker I came right. I suppose you'd want to avoid doing whatever it was that caused it if you could help it - but honestly, who's going to change anything just because some you take a nasty turn once? Far too much time and energy is spent on blame-placing and guilt-assigning in our world today when it's just not necessary. A court case, okay. Generally unfortunate circumstances, no. It makes us feel better though to pick out a 'villian' and rationalise ourselves into thinking that all the trouble came from them. It's no coincidence that when natural disaster strikes it's labeled as an 'act of God'. We're never at a loss to find a scapegoat; it's too often the first thing we begin to think about. Not how can we fix this or lets make sure it doesn't happen again but who dunnit? It's futile, immature and universal. Why is it such a widespread mindframe? There are many theories, but I think it's because somewhere in the depths of who we are, we believe that it's our fault. It doesn't matter that logically we can't be directly responsible for even a tiny fraction of the worlds misfortunes - we aren't ruled by reasoning. Maybe there is a link that we can understand though: we have each caused pain, sorrow and disruption, and are all too likely to do so again in the future. In that sense we are responsible - because we're part of the problem.

P.S. I'll be away for a week - back blogging on the 23rd.