The events are shattering and it is completely unimaginable. Yes, I live outside DC. Yes, that's the nation's capital of the United States. Yes, 9/11 was horrible. But I only really had to watch it on the news. Aside from some brief, frantic panic about my father who works in DC, it did not touch me personally. The two family members I have in New York did not work in the Towers.
So I can only imagine. And it's hard. I try - but it's hard.
So you have my sympathy. I'd offer empathy - but that I cannot give. And, if the elements are watching, I won't have to. Let's send up a prayer for that. That no one else will have to give empathy.
Mil - I'm glad you are okay.
So - I’m a bit late on my muttering. SOOOOOOOO? q:
- Statistics :: I hate them
- Grin :: “XD” (turn your head sideways)
- Saturn :: Rings
- Fulfilled :: Love
- Life plan :: Family
- Cult :: Classic
- Lily :: RIP
- Stalemate :: No one can win
- Celebration :: I actually get a date
- Underwear :: Lace
But she's right. I'm only last if I let myself be last.
So - here's a note.
I'm going to be first, dammit. Or you can kiss my ass!
Well. Maybe not first, but I'm not going to be last anymore. That's for darn tootin'!
A dark pain that slices into your soul - one you thought you could deal with.
But apparently not.
Finding that you are being put off, ignored, left til last is never a good feeling. And I find that I wish that just once - I could come first. For something besides my mom and dad. I know I come first for them. I'm their kid. Of course I do. But can't I be first for someone else? Can't I be the one who gets to hear all the stories? Get all the messages, the emails, the phone calls?
I suppose it's in the stars that I am just the one who gets to be the one turned to when all else fails. The one to be cried on, to comfort. But never to be loved.
I've known this was my place for years.
Why does it still hurt?



