I haven't posted about Paris.
Oh. I changed my profile pic to that Facebook temporary one with the red white and blue overlay but ... For a day.
I posted something about puppies last night. Which made me smile.
You see, I can't wrap my brain around it. Any of it. So I ignore it. These are things that happen in a Jerry Bruckheimer movie, not in my world. Not where me and my friends live. I ignore it because otherwise, I think about it to try and make sense of it. But that's a useless endeavor, of course.
So I haven't posted about Paris. Or Kenya, Beirut, Syria, Nigeria...
Frankly if I think about any of it for too long I start to feel sick to my stomach. Anymore time dwelling on it beyond that and I find I'm terrified. Maybe, then, it's selfish of me to remain silent.
And then there's the part of me that knows remaining silent makes you part of the problem. I am an intelligent person and I could contribute to the conversation. That debate within my own mind is what put me in front of my laptop right now to write this.
But enough of that.
I think I liked it better when I was silent.
