Major Tater Irkin’, right here August 26, 2004 ~ 4:30 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackback
That bird again, on a grave marker. The more I look at him, the more I think maybe he’s a hawk.
Contributing to my not-so-great frame of mind today:
- Republicans are coming to my fair city this weekend to capitalize on the third anniversary of September 11. Why don’t you wrap yourselves in the American flag while you’re at it, guys? Taken off of the list of discount shows for them: Naked Boys Singing, which was deemed too controversial. Gee…I wonder why?
- My boyfriend’s Ex has written a book which will be hitting the stands on November 4. Nuff said.
- My friend’s parents are on the verge of divorce, it sounds like, and they’re putting her in the middle. They’re adults, and she is their child, no matter how old she is. They should solve their problems on their own and leave her out of it. She is not a chew toy, they are not dogs, and this isn’t tug of war. This is her life. She’s stressed, and I’m stressed for her because of the position she’s in. I hate people.
- Classes start tomorrow, so all hell is breaking loose as students call my office because they’ve suddenly realized they are missing degree requirements. Chaos all day, with no signs of stopping.
However, in the midst of all of this whining, I was sobered last night by watching Rescue Me. One of the firefighters went to a support group for those with post-traumatic stress from 9/11. Everyone was sitting around crying, and he asked where they were on that day. He got answers like “The Upper East Side,” “Paris,” and “Jersey, but I saw the smoke.” He was the only one who had been directly involved, and before leaving called them all “pussies” because they hadn’t been directly affected - they were just crybabies about it.
It sounds kind of harsh in black and white, but as I watched it, I thought to myself “You know, he’s right. I’ve been acting like I went through it when I had no direct connection to the disaster.” I had a couple of friends who were not immediately located, but we eventually found them. All of my friends and family came through it unscathed. I have nothing to whine about, because I didn’t lose anything that day, except maybe my innocence. And how can you really quantify that? So this September 11, a little bit early, I’ve learned a valuable lesson. Suck it up, Julz, because you’ve got nothing to cry about.
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