Marc
When I was a kid, I had two fears that ruled my life, and how I perceived the world: (1) I was absolutely terrified of being alive when the Sun swallowed the Earth due to cosmic aging, and whatnot. Completely irrational, to be sure, but I had the fear nonetheless. I just remember sitting in science class in something like the second or third grade and listening to the teacher as she talked about the Sun getting big enough to swallow the Earth and the rest of the Solar System before it destroyed itself. I can barely remember the images I had of barren wastelands suddenly baking in the bask of the atomic fireball. It kept me up for months at a time. (2) For my entire life I've been concsientiously doing everthing that I possibly can to avoid the draft - when and if that day comes. As soon as I heard the news that the terrorists did what they did yesterday, this fear came racing back into my psyche. And, to be completely honest, I think I'm just about too old (and the idea of the draft just about too silly to ever occur again - unless they draft robots). Suddenly, my thoughts leap directly to my little brother, who is the type of person that would do anything to help out anyone that needs it. I know I've ripped on the kid time after time here, but I cannot express how deep my love runs for the little guy. He's fourteen now, quickly approaching fifteen, and all this tough talk about a "war on terrorism" is sending me closer and closer to the edge of nervousness for how his future might be altered due to recent events. He's the type of kid that would enlist if the cause was worthy enough - and I have a feeling that he might feel this cause worthwhile (for as little of it he might understand).
It all seems a bit neurotic, I know, but its the way my head has been functioning. I also can't seem to figure out how my dad (and my former co-workers) are going to get things done with these airports still closed.
Stay safe, everyone.
When I was a kid, I had two fears that ruled my life, and how I perceived the world: (1) I was absolutely terrified of being alive when the Sun swallowed the Earth due to cosmic aging, and whatnot. Completely irrational, to be sure, but I had the fear nonetheless. I just remember sitting in science class in something like the second or third grade and listening to the teacher as she talked about the Sun getting big enough to swallow the Earth and the rest of the Solar System before it destroyed itself. I can barely remember the images I had of barren wastelands suddenly baking in the bask of the atomic fireball. It kept me up for months at a time. (2) For my entire life I've been concsientiously doing everthing that I possibly can to avoid the draft - when and if that day comes. As soon as I heard the news that the terrorists did what they did yesterday, this fear came racing back into my psyche. And, to be completely honest, I think I'm just about too old (and the idea of the draft just about too silly to ever occur again - unless they draft robots). Suddenly, my thoughts leap directly to my little brother, who is the type of person that would do anything to help out anyone that needs it. I know I've ripped on the kid time after time here, but I cannot express how deep my love runs for the little guy. He's fourteen now, quickly approaching fifteen, and all this tough talk about a "war on terrorism" is sending me closer and closer to the edge of nervousness for how his future might be altered due to recent events. He's the type of kid that would enlist if the cause was worthy enough - and I have a feeling that he might feel this cause worthwhile (for as little of it he might understand).
It all seems a bit neurotic, I know, but its the way my head has been functioning. I also can't seem to figure out how my dad (and my former co-workers) are going to get things done with these airports still closed.
Stay safe, everyone.
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