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Monday September 17 2001 - 1:02 p.m. Raise your hand if you think it's hypocritical to align yourself with a group that professes to reject the mainstream and whines incessantly about being misunderstood and mistreated, particularly on the grounds of appearance, and then proceeds to reject individuals for not properly mimicking that appearance. Hands up. I thought so. Me too. Some notes from the weekend: * It takes time to learn to dance in vinyl. I don't have that kind of time. * No one could accuse Aaren of being overly eloquent, but it was on his mind (to borrow your phrase, thanks), and his words and actions were appreciated (at least by one little girl here). Thanks Aaren. * Jelly Bellies can make you feel dehydrated. * Tremendously big thunderstorms make cats anxious, particularly when you've blocked access to under-the-bed-hiding. * It's okay to wear a silly hat (and it can actually look good on you, too) (!) if that's who you really are, dammit. * It was a very silly hat. * But it looked good on him. * Dammit. AND I find I still have nothing to say. I'm not good at feelings and the like. I want the survivor lists to go on and on, the length of encyclopedias. I know that won't happen. I spend my time avoiding television and radio. Reports make my body feel unbalanced, like someone has taken out my bones and muscles and replaced them with sand. I wasn't there, I have no family there, I know almost no one there. My sorrow isn't important, it's inconsequential, and what really matters is all of them. All of you. I'm sorry. The only way I know how: I am sorry. So, so sorry that this happened to you. Any of you. All of you.
-Mlle R
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