Wednesday, September 11, 2013
And by moment of silence, I mean... A single moment. Of pure silence.
Please do not regale me with stories of where you were when you heard and how devastated you were and how scared and how crazy it got, and "oh, my God, people be jumpin' outta buildings and shit." Don't take this the wrong way, but.... I don't care. I don't give two pins about your fear and anxiety and depression and confusion.
It was twelve years ago.
Get over it.
Unless you actually lost a loved one in one of those towers or on one of those planes, please. I beg you. Get. Over. It. You don't have to feign 12-year-old PTSD over something that didn't actually happen to you, just to get a little pity and a hug. You want pity? Poor baby. You want a hug? Come here. I'll hug you. But don't go all "9/11-and-I-still-have-nightmares" on me.
No hugs for manipulators.
Remember the dead. Honor the living. Live in the present. Be good to each other today. Move on. Enjoy this day and every day, and love the ones you're with.