Typically my blog is all ponies and rainbows but today i am thinking, why not do a little 9/11 thing. I shall not post any kind of lame attempt of a tribute or whatnot, and normally I am not one for commemorating things... (what does that even mean? i don't know. And it's probably totally false.) But especially with sad events, i don't love to dwell and commiserate. I'm not a commiserator. (<-- not a word, p.s.) But then i feel like i don't give it an extra thought and treat it like any other day, that seems wrong too, especially because the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001 were quite impactful to me. It's a day i'll not forget, will you?
Some years ago a grad student was doing her thesis on the psychological effects of this tragedy and interviewed several police offiers who were there that day. I transcribed these interviews for her and it was very moving to hear their stories up close and personal. I live not far from where the towers stood. I have been to the site several times and whatever people's reason for going there, what i take from it is a reminder of things. Many things. I don't need to go into them but I am glad for to be reminded. (i'm feeling awwwkwarrrrd. maybe i should just stick to ponies and how mines are no place for them.)
SO. Since it was that kind of event where you remember where you were and what you were doing, and since i think it is good to be reminded of things, I am curious: where were you when you first heard? what were you doing? tell me your feelings.
Me: I was at college in my apartment getting ready for the day. While i did this i listened to the radio. The station was on 107.5 The End which i think doesn't exist anymore, true? With Chunga and Mister. And they were talking about it and i was like, what the hey? What's going on? So i went downstairs and turned on the tv and saw the unbelievable images. What a shocking and helpless feeling. That's a major feeling i remember having. Helpless. I remember wanting to give blood or something. I wanted to do something. It was hard for me and hard things like this make me either make an awkward joke or just kind of pretend it's not real. I'm sure i did one or the other or both. Well, i'm not in denial, but I don't really love going back. Anyway, but, I also remember the feeling of the country sort of coming together and an intense general patriotism i've not noticed our country having many other times. So that was cool. It was an ominous day and people went about their business sort of subdued. And that was the day for me.
How about you?