What's the difference between dead inside and good in an emergency? My parents were in an auto accident today. They got t-boned at an intersection by some woman driving a rented Prius. I find out, I finish my lunch, pick up their stuff from the wrecked car, go to the hospital, have everything taken care of in short order, but at no point was I actually worried. I'm not worried now. My folks are fine, but the car fucking got knock on its side for Pete's sake, and I'm totally blase about it. I think I'm dead inside. Oh, well. Anybody got cookie?