Almost Just Another Day
It took me nearly half the day to realize that it was September 11 today. Partially because I actively avoided all media for most of the day, but still. I think that counts as progress.
Mostly, it still just makes me sad. I've never been able to talk about what happened to me (to everyone, to New York, to my office, to my friends, my country, the world) that day without vacillating between wanting to cry and wanting to smack myself until I shut up.
I just hate that it feels like it should be small and personal and quiet --- for me, at least -- and instead, everyone sort of feels the need to make pronouncements and declarations and turn it all into a three-ring circus.
I don't think I'm ever going to forget, but I'm almost glad that it took so long today to remember.
And /emo.
Mostly, it still just makes me sad. I've never been able to talk about what happened to me (to everyone, to New York, to my office, to my friends, my country, the world) that day without vacillating between wanting to cry and wanting to smack myself until I shut up.
I just hate that it feels like it should be small and personal and quiet --- for me, at least -- and instead, everyone sort of feels the need to make pronouncements and declarations and turn it all into a three-ring circus.
I don't think I'm ever going to forget, but I'm almost glad that it took so long today to remember.
And /emo.