September 12th, 2001


(no subject)

I find myself wishing I could be there for people more . . .

because there are people hurting, and I can't help them all. Even just limited to my friends . . . there are limits to what I can do, because this is so outside my realm of expertise.

well . . . partially in it. It's still making people feel better and getting through this . . . but my strange perspective is causing a few problems, because I can talk rationally about how it's so much better that it wasn't a nuke, and how the people on the planes really should have done something (they were armed with *knives*. KNIVES. And think of airplane layout - if a terrorist walks down an aisle, they're being flanked instantly!) but that's not really what they want to hear.

Of course, I can shift over to reassurance pretty easily . . . it's not likely that they'll do anything else real soon. We've got a few weeks at least, I'd say . . .

but I wish I could be there for people more.