On Tom Petty, Nevada, and the Psychology of Belief and Empathy.
Tom Petty died the same weekend as several people in a mass shooting. And I only cried for one of those things. I cried for Tom Petty I did not cry about Nevada. Does that sicken you? Because it should. I hate my self for this, how dare I not feel bad for the hundreds of people who were injured by a senseless person with a machine gun. That is clearly the bigger tragedy. And yet I only seem to be capable of thinking about Tom... While I was pondering this I remembered this saying I throw around a lot, "one death is a tragedy, a hundred is a statistic." I did not know any of the people who were hurt in Nevada but I do know Tom Petty. I know his music. I know he's one of the reasons why my parents got together. I know how his music changed me personally. But hundreds of people getting injured just is so big it feels impersonal. My puny monkey brain cannot comprehend it all but it can cling on to one person. Empathy is better at looking at one than the whole. I'm sur...