9/11 has come and gone.... and how did I celebrate it? By waking up and going to work. This day, like so many others, I felt hadn't applied to me directly, and so I just said, "Well, time for life as usual." Does that make me a horrible person? Seriously, tell me if I should be struck down by GAWD if I have the feelings that I do now. I mean, sure I felt sorry for those who lost their life during the attacks, yes I felt a bit of rage and a fraction of patriotism at the time of the attacks, and yes I know that the event was a hella lot more terrible and traumatizing for those who were there or had friends/family there when it happened.... but none of that applies to me. Nobody I knew or loved was anywhere near where the events took place, and I was safe at school trying to build a bridge with drinking straws that could support the weight of a toy truck in my introduction to technology class (protip: triangles, man). So each year, when this day comes by, I do what I do every year and just keep on living, because that's what I've been doing every single day since I was born.

Do I consider myself lucky? Hell yes, I do! If I weren't, I'd be bawling my eyes out right now, and would have to call out from work and school to let them know I'll be visiting a special spot in New York City for a few days using whatever money I scrounged up from selling most of my possessions just to make the trip there and back; or there's the other alternative in where my family and friends go and visit the spot where I died since my body was never recovered, and there's no grave for me... Listen, there's MORE THAN ENOUGH to be sad about these days, and if I just added on to what was going on, even if it didn't apply to me, I wouldn't make it at all. Even 2 the Ranting Gryphon said that people die every day, and that if he took the time to cry for each person that died, he'd have killed himself a long time ago.

And so, no folks, I will not mourn today, for I have not mourned yesterday. The time for mourning has come and gone long ago. Now is the time be alive, and live. So in my own sick and twisted way, maybe I did celebrate 9/11; not by remembering the dead, but by remembering that I am alive. And I still have much more to do...