I'm
tired.
Yesterday's tragic news segued into today's tragic news. Yesterday's news left me
stressed and
twitchy just about all day. Today's news left me with almost-immediate
aches and pains from head to toe. Stress
hurts, have no doubt.
I've always believed that I'm a fairly difficult person to
horrify -- I simply tend to be too
cynical and
pessimistic to be seriously affected by most
bad news... but hearing about jetliners
hijacked solely to make a big
boom and ratchet up the
death count, and watching video of the plane crashing into the second tower and of the two towers collapsing to the ground left me literally slack-jawed with
horror, marveling at the
magnitude of the
disaster even as a cynical little voice inside was whispering that I should close my mouth and try to salvage my cynical, disaffected reputation.
But every time they replayed and replayed and replayed those video clips of thousands of lives being snuffed out, I got more used to them, which felt even more horrible.
And after a full two days of
tragic news and
horrific scenes and
enraged calls for revenge -- forgive me -- I'm
tired. I want to have something else to talk about, to
think about, to have
dreams about. I tried writing unrelated nodes, but everything
twisted back around to The Topic At Hand. I tried watching a
Powerpuff Girls cartoon -- nice and light and silly, I thought -- but now the giant monsters destroying
Townsville weren't very funny. I tried reading some old Silver Age
comic books, but now the concept of a world where
superheroes prevented all disasters felt as
offensive as our world, where no one prevents the disasters.
It's just Tuesday, but this has been a terrible, terrible week.