I don’t do the “America, fuck yeah!” post, and I don’t do “Where I was on 9/11,” because no one cares where I was. It’s even more narcissistic than “thoughts and prayers” — “I mean, yeah, thousands died, but here’s what *I* was doing!”
I realize even doing THIS is self-centered.
But I take today as an opportunity to let the people I love know I appreciate them, so… Hey, guys. I appreciate you. Thanks for following my silliness. 💕
Here’s hoping you don’t encounter any dumbass online anger or terrible people today. Hug someone cool.
And hey, if you’re a dick and I don’t realize because I don’t know you, maybe take the day off and don’t be a dick? Try it, see how it goes. You can always go back to dick tomorrow. (Wait, no…not what I meant…)
I’m not a “never forget” person, mostly because I think it generally sounds like sanctimonious finger-wagging.
But I do remember, in the days and weeks following 9/11, thinking we were finally going to come together and stop being so shitty to one another, and… well, we see how that worked out. It tends to make me a bit weepy and introspective.
So. Life is short. Please don’t be shitty. Tell someone you love them. I love you guys. Thanks for hanging out with me.
Every 9/11, I take a step back from the dick jokes and have a day of quiet (admittedly sometimes maudlin) reflection.
I love you guys. Thanks so much for playing along with my secret public journal. Go hug someone you love. ❤️