Oohmeoldbacksknackered
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I think of myself as pretty normal. But today I'm not so sure.
I was on Winchelsea beach today and saw the plane crash. I say plane but TBH it was so quick I wasn't sure exactly what had happened. I saw a huge impact and somethin g went down like a stone. Within seconds there was nothing to see. No wreckage no survivors. Nothing.
So I doubted what I'd seen. I very nearly didn't phone 999. I didn't want to get involved. More importantly, I didn't want to look a dick by making a call and being told it was nothing.
I made the call after a few minutes, was told I was the 4th call and they were sending 'resource' ASAP.
First reaction- relief for not being an idiot. Nothing for the poor buggers that had gone down.
Then when the chopper came over there was some kind of weird excitement rather than worry for my fellow man.
It was only when they gave up searching at the impact site and started looking for bodies or wreckage being washed ashore that it sunk in and I felt ashamed for my earlier reactions.
Then I turned round to go because I realised that the last thing I really wanted to see was any reality of a tragedy and saw for the first time that dozens, possibly hundreds of people had appeared at the top of the beach to watch as well - who needs Hollyoaks ?
Sick busterds the lot of us.
Even now. I definitely feel bad. But why do I feel the need to post? Is it in the hope that others will say this reaction is normal and I'm not an evil git?
Or is it because I subconsciously want to boast- I was there I saw death. You didn't. Nar nar ne nar nar.?
I like to think it's not the latter, but I'm not absolutely sure.
I was on Winchelsea beach today and saw the plane crash. I say plane but TBH it was so quick I wasn't sure exactly what had happened. I saw a huge impact and somethin g went down like a stone. Within seconds there was nothing to see. No wreckage no survivors. Nothing.
So I doubted what I'd seen. I very nearly didn't phone 999. I didn't want to get involved. More importantly, I didn't want to look a dick by making a call and being told it was nothing.
I made the call after a few minutes, was told I was the 4th call and they were sending 'resource' ASAP.
First reaction- relief for not being an idiot. Nothing for the poor buggers that had gone down.
Then when the chopper came over there was some kind of weird excitement rather than worry for my fellow man.
It was only when they gave up searching at the impact site and started looking for bodies or wreckage being washed ashore that it sunk in and I felt ashamed for my earlier reactions.
Then I turned round to go because I realised that the last thing I really wanted to see was any reality of a tragedy and saw for the first time that dozens, possibly hundreds of people had appeared at the top of the beach to watch as well - who needs Hollyoaks ?
Sick busterds the lot of us.
Even now. I definitely feel bad. But why do I feel the need to post? Is it in the hope that others will say this reaction is normal and I'm not an evil git?
Or is it because I subconsciously want to boast- I was there I saw death. You didn't. Nar nar ne nar nar.?
I like to think it's not the latter, but I'm not absolutely sure.