Delicious Placebo

Ok not really a recap but… yeah.. words…
Had a great time on Saturday taking the kids out for the afternoon to the Fells Point Privateer Day. I also, naturally, had a great time at night doing the Pirate Invasion. I met a lot of people that I didn’t know, and even met some that I already knew but didn’t know I knew. Thanks to everyone who hung out and chatted with me. I’m not great in large crowds/social situation so I like to sort of keep to myself off to the side somewhere. Enough people found me that I felt I was a part of the “group.” I also kissed several purdy girls and may have made suggestive comments to some of them. If you are one of those girls, and I offended you, Oops I’m sorry. I certainly got more social as I got further down my mug of rum punch.
Woke up Sunday morning feeling like I got hit by a truck. I’m getting too old for the party life. I also forgot what it’s like to wear my corset for that many hours and have a few sore ribs from it. Oh well, beauty is pain right?

Another blah Monday for me today but hopefully not a whole blah week. My head has been all full of thoughts lately and it’s been really hard to be “here.” I’ve been really lost in my thoughts. For some strange masochist reason I have started to remember a whole bunch of things that have been buried for a while.

I’m going to piss some people off, and I don’t care.  You’re either ok with me or you’re not… so here’s how I feel.

I am so sick of hearing about VA Tech and the people who were killed.  I am sick of people wearing pins, putting up pictures, wearing certain colors, and taking collective moments of silence (in a public manner).  Is it tragic that those students were killed?  Yes, definitely.  But what makes those deaths so much more tragic than any other murder on any other given day??  Yeah, they all happened on the same day, by the same person, in the same place.  And yeah it totally sucks because nobody deserves to die before their time.  The people who come to my hospital tonight, and die in shock trauma… are you going to have a moment of silence for them?  Are you going to change your Myspace picture in their honor?  Are you going to wear pink (the color of the Shock Trauma scrubs) to show that you feel sorrow for their deaths??  No, you’re not.  Why?  Because they didn’t make it on to the news.  They were just some kids, or some older folks, or some normal people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Nobody made video journals about how these people would die, and sent it to the news…. in a sense, nobody cares.

So why do we care SO much about the deaths of (aprox) 30 students… and yet… don’t even take a second to acknowledge the hundreds of others that die in our country every single day?  It makes me sick.

Nobody had a public memorial when my loved ones died.  Nobody wore green or watched Gone With the Wind the day my mother died (her favorite color, and movie).  Even when a family is “prepared” for a loved ones death (in the case of terminal illness for example) – it is still devastating. 

I’m sick of everybody being so piously mournful in an effort to show how much they “care” about the “cause.”  Let the families of the dead do their grieving.  Leave the sensationalism off the news.  And lets all just get on with our lives.