i’m laying in bed, about 90 minutes past another ear drum rupture, watching the nightmare in Paris, and I can honestly say I just don’t get it.

I don’t get why people are so effing crazy. I really don’t get it.

I don’t get why people are drawn to the extremes.

I don’t understand what would compel someone to blow themselves up in the name of who knows what.

I just don’t understand it.

I wait, much like the rest of the world for someone to claim this.

And then we wait for the proportional response. The fact that I can even articulate the words proportional response makes me ill to know that this is a phrase that trips easily off my fingertips.

I have no snark tonight. I have no ummph. I have sadness, confusion and well, honestly, a boat load of pain from when my ear decided to say “go fuck yourself” and ruptured again. Forgive the language, but I’m so tired of this stupid ear situation.

I’m tired of not understanding more of what causes people to act in a terrorist way. Why a metal concert? Why a soccer match? Why a Kosher deli in January?

What is wrong with these people? Who are these people? Why does this happen.


So, tonight, I’m thankful that my family, friends and loved ones are all safe. That’s all I got. I’m going to go chew some pain pills and cuddle George.

Tomorrow is a new day. Fresh, with no mistakes in it.

peace for paris

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