I don’t normally write about current events or politics or any of that stuff, mostly because I don’t generally have a clue what’s going on in my own life, let alone the rest of the world, but also because I find everything a tad confusing. I like the fact that I don’t know about this stuff. One minute I’m allowed to eat chocolate, the next day its bad for you. One minute I’m being told e-cigarettes are okay, the next I’m told they are just as dangerous as cigarettes themselves. I’ve learned, mostly from my time in the War Zone, that the media only tells you what they WANT you to hear, not what you SHOULD be hearing, so generally, I take things with a pinch of salt.
Recently, however, I’ve come across a story that I couldn’t help but follow, and I’m sure it’s one you would have heard of – the disappearance of the Malaysian plane.
I have a lot of issues with this story. For a start, how the fuck can you lose a plane? Secondly, remember when the TV show “Lost” came out and everyone said, don’t panic, it’ll never happen… Isn’t that basically what’s happening now…? Thirdly, I read this morning that the families of the passengers on board the Malaysian plan were told via text message that they have now assumed the plan crashed into the ocean, and also assume that none of the passengers will be found alive.
A FUCKING TEXT MESSAGE? If someone had turned around to me and sent me a text saying my Mama Bear was missing, presumed dead, I would hunt them down and punch them in the face. Who sends that sort of information over a text message? I know we are in a digital day and age now but really? Have we lost our communication skills so much that the only way we can communicate is via a 30-word text message? If that?
I find it very difficult to understand how I can find my iPhone just by opening up Find My iPhone on my computer, but they can’t find a plane with 230-odd passengers on it, with a black box, and all that satellite shit they have going on? Last week I watched the space station take a lap over the earth on Channel 4…. Can’t they have found the damn plane?
It just goes to show, doesn’t it? We’re not invincible like we think we are. Every time we jump on a plane to go on holiday, we are putting our lives in someone else’s hands. I’ve flown loads over my lifetime… Any one of those planes could have gone down with me on it. I think I’ll mull things over next time I book a flight on the spur of the moment… especially seeing as I fly with those budget airlines that everyone bitches about.
I genuinely don’t understand how you can lose a plane. I know our planet is a really big one, and the oceans are filled with trenches, but how can people not know what happened? It blows my mind. It makes no sense to me.
I keep seeing all these conspiracies on the internet surrounding it and, to be honest, I’m trying not to read them. I dread to think how those poor families are feeling right now. My heart goes out to each and every one of them. I know how much my heart wrenched when I didn’t hear from my Hubby when he went to the War Zone. Every night he didn’t call, my heart would sink. That’s not even remotely close to what these poor people are going through right now. I’m genuinely worried about the people on the plane, and their friends, work colleagues and family. I don’t even know these people and I’m fearful. There’s a small fairy-tale part of me that truly hopes the “Lost” scenario has happened, and the people on the plane are surviving on some gorgeous and remote desert island paradise. Sadly, I’m a realist and I know the chances of that actually happening now are slim to none.
All I guess I can say is, if I was a religious person, I’d pray for those people and their loved ones right now. I’m not, but they do have all of my positive thoughts and love. I guess it’ll go down as one of life’s big mysteries…