I've had an interesting learning experience with apathy these last couple of weeks.
See, three of us (that I know of) were hit by the car bad guy, and so we put up notices and talked to neighbours and to the building manager and, well, everyone just kind of shrugged.
As in no one seems to have put away the stuff they leave out behind their cars, and someone took down the notices and signs (I suspect the manager on that one).
I was talking to one of the burgled neighbours and we both noticed that the only ones who seem to really care are those of us who were directly affected, and so I guess I understand how people can be apathetic about things.
I mean, no one wants to get their car broken into, no one wants stuff stolen from them. But just like me, until it's actually happened to you it's this sort of "well, ok, but I'm fine" sort of thing.
Jason thinks I should get a baseball bat to walk myself from the car to the door since I told him I didn't feel safe getting home late the other night. But to me that feels a little bit too.... I dunno... living in fear or something? It's weird trying to find some sort of balance. I'm sure eventually, assuming the guy stays away, that the fear and alertness will fade. But yeah, it's interesting to notice who cares and who only sort of kind of cares.
Maybe a small life lesson there.