Crime Reports Can Make You Paranoid

By Taylor Bock

Who can you trust? When you’re walking around town or just coming out of a grocery store, can you trust anyone nearby? If media depictions are any indication, no you can’t.

It’s possible I’m just being paranoid. Heck, that’s most likely what it is. But watching the news makes me nervous around any stranger.

You could be making a quick stop into Walmart for snacks and see a shady-looking character hanging around the entrance. So, you avoid him. Then you walk out of the store and a completely normal looking person could mug you.

There are reports of home invasions, child abductions, drunk drivers, rape and murder. I hear news about parents killing their infants or abusing them while the other parent does nothing. It all tends to be so local and close to home.

I know it’s near impossible to wipe out chaos completely, but there can’t be a reasonable excuse for why crime just keeps getting closer to places that are meant to be safe.

Admittedly, I grew up in a rather secluded location near Marana, so maybe I’m just not used to the idea of bad guys lurking outside my front door. My perception could also very well be warped from news and TV in general.

But you have to admit it’s scary that seemingly normal people are capable of doing these things.

Here’s the opening to a recent story in the Arizona Daily Star: “A Tucson mother of six was sentenced to 21 years in prison Monday for repeatedly stabbing a pregnant woman and the woman’s 13-year-old daughter.”

How can you not feel at least a little uncomfortable when you read something like this?

It’s one thing to watch cop drama shows like “CSI,” “Criminal Minds” and other prime time shows with these kinds of brutal stories. But when I hear about things just as brutal happening in real life, for lack of a better term, it freaks me the hell out.

I can’t escape the fact that these things happen, so I remind myself the world isn’t as dark and evil a place as the news makes it out to be.

Not everyone is out to get me and it’s just plain silly to live in constant fear. But there’s always going to be a nagging voice in the back of my head that asks, “Am I really safe?”

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