I appreciate the pressure of being the only male in the competition in responding to this post. You're a brave one!
See? It's confusing, isn't it? Everyone has a running dialogue in their heads because we put too many words in between the sheets. It is so hard to talk about, and yet, there are so many words, so many hidden meanings. It's a wonder anyone does it.
Vasectomies today are what tattoos were in the nineties. Everyone is getting them. I had no idea condoms were so unpopular...
It's interesting how you see it. Truth be told that as a Canadian, I don't see Americans as being bent on forgetting. In fact, Americans seem to make a production out of everything, good and bad. They are the masters of production. Personally, I felt like last Friday's 9/11 coverage was a little too much, but perhaps that's because I live in a country where we tend to be sort of reserved. It's a tough call, though, because honouring the dead seems like the right thing to do, but it also comes across as dwelling, and those responsible may find that almost pleasing, you know? That's what they were hoping for, creating a nation of fear and solemnity. For a while, it seemed as though they got what they wanted. I think moving forward and only looking back out of respect, but not fear, is the way to carry on.
I don't that little kids need to know about what happened, yet. It isn't exactly the stuff of bedtime stories, and there's enough to worry about when it comes down to it. I say, let them be kids and don't worry about telling them about how foreign invaders attacked from the sky. There just aren't enough therapists to go around.
As for the last line of your entry, an emphatic ditto.
Wondering what it is that allows me to sleep peacefully... plum tired helps... but feeling safe is even better. Hard to sleep on high-anxiety-alert. Even when I don't sleep well now, I do better than a couple years ago. If only I could get rid of the nightmares...
i want to feel that way, i do. but television has brought me so much joy, has played such a major role in my life, that i can't imagine depriving my kids of the pleasure.
i can't sleep either. just, in general, i cannot. it doesn't matter how long i've been awake or how many calories i've burned in the day. i can't stand being left alone with my thoughts for the length of time it takes to pass out.
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