Part of the problem, of the ‘why’, I think, is the sense of isolation, of being alone, by choice or circumstance.

I looked at the video of the office worker who went nuts, and the first thing that came to me was: why didn’t he ask for help? Because he was unwilling to look weak? Yeah right, because blowing up is so much better for your public image. Because nobody would help him? Really? Has society become that self-centered that people don’t help each other?

I also found it interesting the two ladies near the printer didn’t seem to notice his distress. As somebody who once sat at a cubicle near a printer, the moment somebody took out the print cartridge, I would always pop up and ask, ‘what’s wrong?’, and we would try to brainstorm solutions and discuss the problem. Are those ladies that self-absorbed?

Talking to another human being always helps. Dunno why, but there it is. This part of being a social animal is very much hardwired into our genes, I think.

Did Bishop have a supportive network that could control her worst excesses?