Five years

Oh yeah, hey. I just looked at the date and remembered it's the five year anniversary. I should probably write something before the clock hits midnight.

Well, there's not much for me to say. 9/11 never really affected me. I do remember exactly when I heard it had happened; it was around 9:00am, I had just arrived at my grandmother's where I was to be babysat with my brother, when my grandmother comes out saying that the twin towers'd been bombed. I remember seeing the planes crash and the smoke and every bit of footage the media could get their hands on. But it all seemed so far away, and I felt so unaffected.

Eventually I even got sick of seeing the imagery. Yes, it was a terrible, terrible thing to happen, but why did someone have to make a PUZZLE set out of the picture? I quickly became tired of the American flags unfurling everywhere and of the "support the troops" car magnet that so many people carry. The whole patriotism thing sickened me.

I've never felt fear or suspicion in the presense of an Arab. More often have I felt fear in the sight of a white man in a suit, or in a general's uniform.

I hate war. There is always an alternative, I like to think. Politics confuse and aggravate me, and war only makes things worse bcause in war, cool heads never prevail. It's always "the leader must take a firm stand." In this case, the leader took a firm stand, so it's too bad he has such a weak handshake.

Today, five years later, I'm fucking goddamn tired of all this shit. What has happened is this: we've gone in and made a fucking mess of things, and now it's too late to back out, even though we're fucking tired and beat and want to get the hell back to the way we were before so we could continue complaining about saving the whales. I want this ass excuse for a war to end, and it doesn't look like it's going to anytime soon and I WANT TO RIP SOMEONE'S HEAD OFF.

In the end ... I don't really want to talk about it. And I don't like that I have that attitude.