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____________ last five entries: Slightly new and improved - 2007-07-04 I heart my job. And gin. But mostly my job. And gin. - 2007-06-25 Don't hate me for bein' lazzzy - 2007-06-19 Laaaazy Bloooooogger - 2007-06-14 Warning! Nerd Post Ahead - 2007-06-07
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Idiocy, encapsulated.
My stomach has gotten weaker as I've gotten older. Yes, I think I've gotten desensitized to quite a bit. But there are some things I can't stand to even touch. It's been several days since the VT shooting, and I still haven't read any of the news articles. I don't like that I'm this willfully ignorant of current events, and I'm sure I'll read each story on the Google News ticker in the next couple days or so. But I can't seem to make myself do so yet. I've written a couple light posts in the past couple days because each time I try to sit down to write something heavier about VT, I feel physically sick. I felt I couldn't not say anything any longer, though. I had to show I had some character left, I guess. And of course, writing this makes me feel even more shallow. Because 30 people dead is not many compared to the number of attrocities our world is facing right now. And maybe I'm a horrible person for saying it, but this one impacts me more because it hits closer to home. I'm a college student, and I simply cannot fathom something like that happening at my school. And yet... I can. Perhaps that's why I haven't looked at the articles yet. I can picture my classrooms covered in blood. This post is turning morbid. I didn't mean to go this route on it. But I'm having trouble writing this gracefully, you know? Tomorrow I go to a funeral for my great-uncle. He was in his 90's and got into an accident while four-wheeling. The man was four-weeling and he was almost a century old. I am amazed. But what a way to go, eh? Living his life to the fullest, up until the last moment of it. I wasn't close to him, but it's still family. I think maybe what pains me the most about the incident at Virginia Tech is the helplessness. I know I'm speaking in obvious and cliched statements right now. My brain isn't doing original at the momment. I guess my point is that this world is getting uglier and uglier by the second, so please forgive my silly little posts about family reunions or bubble gum or whatever the heck I write about these days. I feel badly that I can't say more, or say this better, but there it is.
12:13 a.m., 2007-04-20
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