9/11

I'm working very hard to ignore all this 9/11 rememberance stuff. I just don't want to get all emotionally caught up in it; I feel like I can't afford it right now. And besides, I remember. I remember that day, what I was doing, who I was with, how it felt, how I felt in the weeks following. And, I don't know, people die every day, often tragically, in accidents, murders, and they deserve as much rememberance, right? I don't know; although I'm quite studiously pretending it's just another day (and defiantly listening to The Proclaimers to emphasize it all), I feel terribly alone. Life is so short, and I want to live. And I don't want to spend the rest of it alone, I suppose, but each day, I'm more and more OK with the aloneness. And that's a good place to be, right?