During a bit of room cleaning I found an old journal from fifth grade. I hadn’t looked in this thing since then, and I figured a decade was long enough to keep old memories locked away.
What stunned me the most about my old writing wasn’t the lack of ability in spelling or grammar, or the horrible plots that I’d written for movies that I’d fantasized about. It was how completely blasé I was about September 11th.
Here’s the full text from that journal entry (which, by the way, I had dated September 10th for some inexplicable reason:)
It was a beautiful Tuesday morning in September 2001. I was doing work in the afternoon when Ms. Pisano’s (the principal’s) voice came over the loudspeaker — “Would all students please report to their lofts.”
Ms. Pisano then told me the stunning news — 2 planes had hit the World Trade Center — both towers, and they had collapsed. Soon after, a plane hit the Pentagon. Then another crashed in a field in Pittsburgh. I never knew on that plane that crashed in the field the passengers overtook the hijackers.
Please ignore the awful grammar.
That was it. That’s all I had about September 11th. The next journal entry was about Hamtaro. Yes, Hamtaro. I kid you not.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: Will, circa middle school.
(Also while reading through this journal I realize that it’s pretty much exactly like my Tumblr is today. I was Tumbling in diapers. Every day I’m Tumbling.)
In the weeks after 9/11, I thought that this was it. I was like, “The world’s never gonna change. We’re always going to be looking at it in black and white and grey now, and all the laughter will be gone.” And it was very depressing.
So one day on my way to work, there was a homeless man sitting on my stoop. And it was very clear that he was, um, masturbating. So I gave him a look like “Eh?” And he looked back and gave a look like “Hey.” And then he just went right back to pleasuring himself.
And in that moment I thought, “You know, we’re going to be okay.”
Paraphased from Jon Stewart, last night at Cornell University.
Food for thought for your morning. Also, LOL, masturbation.
- Is that seriously Miley with a Homer Simpson face on her crotch? No? I’m going to believe that the answer is “no.” Please say no.
- When wireless internet works, it’s awesome. When it doesn’t, it’s the most frustrating invention ever made.
- Chicken noodle soup is delicious.
- 9/11 masterminds: What were they thinking?
- I am a god of awesome music.