Wow. It seems everyone’s posting something about 9/11, so I kinda feel obligated to write something too.
Today is the tenth anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. And I’m pissed. There are people who feel sad or angry or hopeful or whatever, but I’m pissed. There are no words to describe how pissed I am that the crash happened. Actually there are, but Mr. Shah will be reading this and I don’t think he’ll appreciate me putting them here.
It seems that there’s so many things for me to be pissed about. I’m pissed about the crash. I’m pissed that Osama’s mind got so freaking messed up. I’m pissed that those hijackers got brainwashed into doing something so horrible. I’m pissed that so many people died. I’m pissed that the towers collapsed and we have to rebuild the damn things. I’m pissed because I pissed my pants when I was three.
But most of all, I’m pissed that so many people lost a loved one. Or two. In that case, I’m even more pissed. I just read a news article about a girl whose father was the pilot of the second plane. Imagine how much that must suck for her. I cried. I freaking cried, and I NEVER cry. Think about that.
I feel lucky that I don’t remember the crash personally. I was two at the time. The only thing I remember when I was two was me crapping in my pants. And for those that do, I’m sorry. I wish there was some way you could un-remember it. I wish there was some way that we could go into an alternate universe where the crash never happened. But unfortunately we can’t, so we’ll have to stick to writing crappy blog posts in memory of the victims. Like I just did.
I’m sorry. This was supposed to be a hilarious post about how I hated my new pod and how none of my friends are in it. I will return to my usual horrible blogging on Monday.
