i just got back from lunch with one of my favorite co-workers/supervisees. we sat in the park and had a discussion about the way people in our area reacted to 9/11, emotionally and mentally.
it's funny how two people have two different perspectives with respect to whether it people in our area should be justified in "mourning" post 9-11.
the conversation was initially started by his comment that the publicly released tapes from Flight 93 were disturbing content-wise. i made the comment that the audio from the WTC that you hear at the beginning of "Fahrenheit 9/11" had a very similar reaction for me. we talked about the way people in general went about their daily business after 9/11 in the d.c. area afterwards.
i recalled that i never really talked about it to my husband, except when we discussed current affairs. my husband has never turned to me and said "i am thankful that you got out of the district alive"--because, as he confessed to me, he never lets himself think about the possibility otherwise. and whenever i think about that possibility, i immediately work overtime to erase it from my thinking.
i do not think i have come to terms with what 9/11 really means for me and my family. but then again, i am not sure what exactly it does mean. we go about our lives, we work, we fight about cars and then make up again, we pay our bills (well, Conan does), and we appreciate each other's company "simply because,"--and not due to anything else.
but after watching "Fahrenheit 9/11," i came home and cried while rinsing the last load of dishes before turning the dishwasher on. then Conan and i crept silently into The Governor's bed and just lay there with him while he slept, his long eyelashes nestled against his cheeks.
what should we do know? it's anybody's guess.
Posted by equilibrium-girl at July 23, 2004 02:32 PM