I saw a headline today, another flood somewhere terrible, and I barely registered it beyond a flicker of something — not quite pity, more like a vague sadness — before I started planning lunch. What kind of sandwich did I want? That's what occupied my mind. And it made me feel like a monster, honestly, that the suffering of so many could be so easily eclipsed by the utterly trivial question of what to eat. We are all so quick to judge others for their seeming callousness, but God, I think most of us, deep down, are just as selfish, just as caught up in our own tiny worlds. And the guilt after, it's almost worse than the initial indifference.