marathons & bombs

As soon as I started driving my car out of the garage, NPR played a snippet about a bombing that happened in Boston.

...What?

Once that played, they went onto another story, so I had to wait for minutes until they returned to that segment. All I could recall was this feeling that dummyhead Ryan Gordito was running the marathon.

They were airing the news again, talking about how the bombs went off sometime after 3 hours. He probably finished the race by then. But was he lingering around? He's kind of a dummy, but he's likely not dumb enough to sit and wait for other runners to finish.

I actually hesitated on whether or not I should text him to find out if he was okay. I put in my usual text of nonchalance, then left it sitting in my phone as a draft. "Did you die from the explosions?" Yup, that's me. Harsh.

15 minutes was how long I waited before sending that message. "No I'm good," was the response, except he didn't even know who was asking. He eventually guessed me because of the area code and the lack of remorse.

It's strange to be concerned about a being as selfish as he is. Didn't really feel like thinking about him, or the possibilities of him being caught in one of the explosions.

It probably bugs me that I care a tiny ounce about someone so arrogant, vain, selfish, etc.

Gross.