My attitude has been to treat everything negative that has been happening in my life these past few days with equal value:
E-mail problems ~ big whoop.
Blogger's acting up again ~ oh well.
Forgot to pay Jayden's tuition on time ~ well, there goes another twenty-five dollar late fee out the window. Big deal.
Another terrorist caught and apprehended five blocks from my home ~ par for the course. What are you going to do? I guess if it's meant to be that we get blown to smithereens, well then it's meant to be.
Seriously, when I saw on TV that another home-grown terrorist had been arrested while trying to get away from the police right at the Whitestone Bridge, my reaction was, "Is that right? Really?', as if some interesting little nothing tidbit had just been given to me. And when I heard that five more terrorists that live nearby were just arrested today my reaction was, "You don't say?"
Is this any way to live? I feel as if I've been given some mind-numbing drug.
It's not that I have no feelings about anything. I've had some really sad news lately, private things that I think family members and friends would not want me to blog about. Heartbreaking situations really, situations that not only leave my heart broken for them, but the unfairness of it all outrages my heart.
It feels strange not to 'blog' about things I feel consumed about, and maybe that's why I haven't been blogging all that much. When you don't share the things that are overwhelming your life, what's left? Everything else seems mundane, even terrorists being arrested in your own back yard. Or I should say, ESPECIALLY terrorists, those that choose to create heartache and suffering in their own lives and the lives of innocents, yes, in light of recent events that have unfolded in my life and the lives of loved ones, even the arrests of terrorists in my own home town has for me become dull, commonplace, dreary, and uninteresting, as has so much else.
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