The Emancipation of Jun-jun

I just saw an accident last night while on a taxi going to a b-day party at a beach resort in the city.

There were 4 of them who rode the motorcycle and 3 of them are women. It actually happened in one of the darkest streets in the city along Matina Aplaya. The driver apparently switch sides and was not able to anticipate the other vehicles while doing the u-turn. Next thing we saw was 3 women, who were thrown in the different parts of the streets, 2 of whom had suffered wounds and had break some bones. The other one was unconscious at that time, causing the outbreak of cries from the other two women. I think it was there mother, because we could hear the girl crying out loud for her "mama".The street was filled with people, who were really anxious about the incident. I could hear others asking about calling the police or 911 rescue team.

I don’t know but I’ve been having problems stiring up an emotion when faced with this type of scenarios. I don’t know why but it seems that I don’t know how to feel anymore. Its been years since I’ve had this in me. The numbness, the apathy, the indifference. I guess the pain and the anguish, that I tried to hide and I tried to kill within had transformed into a habit of not feeling any longer. When I’ve seen the comotions last night, it’s as if nothing happened. It’s as if, it was but natural. I didn’t even bother to help…the only thing that I do was tell those with me in the taxi to text 911.

I feel so evil. Sometimes, I just don’t know what to do with this habit that I have been doing over time. I just hope that I would be able to get back to the real me…the person who cares…the person who emphatize…the person whom I was.