4 years....
It's been 4 years already. Can you believe it? 4 entire years. 9/11 has always screwed with me (as it did most people) but it got to me today. I was sitting in the conference room, listening to people talk about strategic planning and blah blah blah and the sun was shining, the sky was blue. It was a perfect day. The perception of perfection was pushed along a little by the fact that the window I was gazing out at had a clear view of the ocean, but still. And there was a breeze. And it came wafting in through the window, playing with the curtain.
And there I was. Second floor of a townhouse in the 400's. And it was the morning of September 12th. I'd spent the entire night waking up and turning on the TV every time the F-16's went out, and it had taken me forever to fall back alseep. I remember that night. I think that was the first night in my life that I was truly scared. But that next morning I woke up, and it was a perfect day again. It was September 12th, 2001 and I was in my bed. And the breeze was blowing on my blinds, and they were drifting towards me, and then back, with the faintest tinkling of metal on wodd as they brushed the windowsill. And I was so confused.
But that was 4 years ago. 4 years to be upset and angry and otherwise pissed. And then there was Afghanistan. And then there was Iraq. And what will next year bring us? I honestly don't think I want to know.
Is it bad that at 22 I have no hope for the world's future?
And there I was. Second floor of a townhouse in the 400's. And it was the morning of September 12th. I'd spent the entire night waking up and turning on the TV every time the F-16's went out, and it had taken me forever to fall back alseep. I remember that night. I think that was the first night in my life that I was truly scared. But that next morning I woke up, and it was a perfect day again. It was September 12th, 2001 and I was in my bed. And the breeze was blowing on my blinds, and they were drifting towards me, and then back, with the faintest tinkling of metal on wodd as they brushed the windowsill. And I was so confused.
But that was 4 years ago. 4 years to be upset and angry and otherwise pissed. And then there was Afghanistan. And then there was Iraq. And what will next year bring us? I honestly don't think I want to know.
Is it bad that at 22 I have no hope for the world's future?