In the wake of the Paris terror attacks last Friday, it’s difficult to feel ok about writing about my relatively mundane existence. I’m ok. The kids are ok. The husband is ok. The job, house, dogs, all ok. I feel ok regarding the things I have some degree of control or influence over.
What I don’t feel ok about is the feeling that there is nothing “I” can do about what is happening in the world at large. Whining about not making it into the Boston Marathon seems so ridiculous when, if I’m totally honest with myself, I know that the answer to that problem is that I just need to work harder.
But watching the world be attacked by crazed, violent, heartless, broken human beings in the name of whatever utter bullshit they are acting under, and feeling like there isn’t a damned thing I can do? That is frustrating. If I read the phrase “thoughts and prayers” in response to horrific tragedies one more time…it’s such a fucking stupid response. When I read that, what I really hear is “I’m going focus on making myself feel better about the horrible thing that just happened to you, ok?”
Can’t we, human beings, intelligent, resourceful, determined, compassionate, caring human beings construct a better, more effective response to violence than to quietly go off in our individual corners and pacify ourselves with self-talk?