So everyone seems to have written a post about their 9/11/01 experience. I feel like I should have a lot to say about it but I don’t really. I was taking standardized tests at the time in a classroom at Broad Ripple. I heard that there was some kind of emergency going on in New York. After the tests were done I went and stayed in my theatre class for the rest of the day. I remember we had a tv on watching everything and that I escaped to the bathroom to make sure everyone was ok. I remember being worried about Ally in Georgia, I called my dad and made sure he was ok, it was his 50th birthday that day. Nothing really hit me until the next day in English class when students were saying we should just bomb the hell out of Iraq. I found that sentiment so disturbing. Why was it that we should kill more potentially innocent people in a knee jerk act of revenge, like kids on a playground trying to get back at a elementary school rival. I have never been a violent person, I just don’t feel that kind of rage, when Kelly and I talked about it she noted that I turn my anger inwards and punish myself, she’s right.

I have trouble realizing it’s been 10 years since that day, the passage of time in my life is so off kilter to me, nothing seems that far away, I feel like my life will never be as I see it, I’m never going to remember more than half the things that happen to me, but I wish I could. Why is it the bad things all seem to stick in my memory while the happy times just slip away. Maybe because the happy times weren’t that happy. Always tainted by the rest of my life.