…that there are multiple deaths-by-firearm in almost every show we watch in the evening. Got a problem? Put a bullet in someone. Need to neutralize the bad guys? Go in with guns blazing. It's become a seemingly inexorable part of our popular entertainments.
And still we (as in the American public) wonder why this country experiences so many real life gun deaths.
I don't know what it says about me, but I will admit that I generally enjoy these shows, whether it's Agent X, The Blacklist, or any of the various sundry shows containing some combination of the letters "C, I, and S." But tonight, after the umpteenth gratuitous brain splattering and the events of Paris still fresh in my mind, I couldn't take any more. I had to get up and leave the room.
Other recent realizations?
I'm now older than the younger owner of the architectural firm in San Francisco that I called home for so many years was when they first hired me.
And I've now been away from—and haven't set foot back in—San Franciso for almost as long as the total time I lived there.
This was especially poignant after exchanging a recent email with said owner of the architectural firm who wrote, "Most of the clients we had when you worked for us are now dead."
Life is passing way too quickly.