The first week, I was obsessed. Cleaned my house as if I were possesed, all the while the TV never leaving one of the news channels.
Second week, I needed to feel something even close to normal, again. But it felt selfish to want anything at all.
Third week, I rented some videos with a friend. Hannibal was one of them and I, too shook my head at the sick coincidence of Bin Laden's name on the screen.
A kind of numbness, detachment has set in now. I feel bad about that, but it's always seemed to be part of the process I go through when dealing with change.
Though tonight, on the news, a woman was asked her opinion on today's military strike in Afghanastan and she answered with strength and commitment but she cried the whole time. And it broke my heart all over again.
Our rhetoric is firm, as it should be. Our response is neccesary, though war should not be embraced as a way of settling every dispute.
I'm rambling and I didn't really want to think about this. Guess I needed to.
It's confusing for us all. A small comfort but you're not alone.