Two sides of my little coin today. On the one hand, I have been feeling really energetic and happy lately. Which is great. And I've been listening to Ani DiFranco a lot lately, which is also great.
It hit me hard today about the war though. I was at lunch with my friends Jenny, Jen and Liz. And Liz was talking about friends of hers who were gone now, overseas. And I remembered this guy that I used to date back in high school who's gone now. And my friend Suzie told me in class this morning that her unit has been told that by this time next year, 100% of them would be in Kuwait. And then, munching on my sandwich, I looked up at the tv. The news was on, and they were doing stories on stupid little things. Cake mix and sisters who were reunited, commerce, which brand of soup is best for your budget, etc. And you wouldn't know that anything was wrong. We're in a war. Fathers and mothers and sisters and brothers and friends are leaving. People are dying because of a few stupid, stubborn, insane men. And it struck me how uninvolved people can be, myself included. I have slacked off in watching the news lately. My mom tried not to let me watch the news or see papers when I was at home because I would see these people who are dying without reason (as though any reason could be good enough), who are suffering, and all this anger and hate and pain, and I would literally go on these huge crying jags, isolate myself in the bathroom and just cry and cry and cry because I can't stand the feeling that someone out there is dying or hurting and I can't reach them. When I was twelve or so, I was really into the news and being politically involved and I actually tried to kill myself because I hated everything I saw around me. It wasn't a world that I wanted to live in, and when you're twelve, you can't see that there's any power that you might have to create change. And I am angry that people are dying and hurting each other. I am not proud of the human race sometimes, and I am definately not proud of our society and our culture We are so protected by our economy and our cars and houses and jobs and middle class way of life that we don't care. It never seems to effect us enough, to the point where we give a shit about other people. This thing is practically on our doorstep and it amazes me that people can still put their blinders on and worry about the fact that there's not enough parking or their coffee place didn't put sugar in their morning joe. Such little, stupid things. Cake mix, sisters who were reunited, commerce and soup brands. Think our economy is bad? Yeah right. Tell that to people who are starving to death, to the parents who are desperate because they can't take care of their children and are watching them die because there's no food and no water and no medical help.
"I don't think war is noble."--Ani DiFranco
It hit me hard today about the war though. I was at lunch with my friends Jenny, Jen and Liz. And Liz was talking about friends of hers who were gone now, overseas. And I remembered this guy that I used to date back in high school who's gone now. And my friend Suzie told me in class this morning that her unit has been told that by this time next year, 100% of them would be in Kuwait. And then, munching on my sandwich, I looked up at the tv. The news was on, and they were doing stories on stupid little things. Cake mix and sisters who were reunited, commerce, which brand of soup is best for your budget, etc. And you wouldn't know that anything was wrong. We're in a war. Fathers and mothers and sisters and brothers and friends are leaving. People are dying because of a few stupid, stubborn, insane men. And it struck me how uninvolved people can be, myself included. I have slacked off in watching the news lately. My mom tried not to let me watch the news or see papers when I was at home because I would see these people who are dying without reason (as though any reason could be good enough), who are suffering, and all this anger and hate and pain, and I would literally go on these huge crying jags, isolate myself in the bathroom and just cry and cry and cry because I can't stand the feeling that someone out there is dying or hurting and I can't reach them. When I was twelve or so, I was really into the news and being politically involved and I actually tried to kill myself because I hated everything I saw around me. It wasn't a world that I wanted to live in, and when you're twelve, you can't see that there's any power that you might have to create change. And I am angry that people are dying and hurting each other. I am not proud of the human race sometimes, and I am definately not proud of our society and our culture We are so protected by our economy and our cars and houses and jobs and middle class way of life that we don't care. It never seems to effect us enough, to the point where we give a shit about other people. This thing is practically on our doorstep and it amazes me that people can still put their blinders on and worry about the fact that there's not enough parking or their coffee place didn't put sugar in their morning joe. Such little, stupid things. Cake mix, sisters who were reunited, commerce and soup brands. Think our economy is bad? Yeah right. Tell that to people who are starving to death, to the parents who are desperate because they can't take care of their children and are watching them die because there's no food and no water and no medical help.
"I don't think war is noble."--Ani DiFranco
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