And yet I find myself unable to cope with distant tragedy. I can't watch news coverage of the events in Oslo. I can't read news stories about it. If I do, I won't be able to leave the house. I won't be able to focus on the things that I need to do in my own life. Yes, it's all about me. Fuck off, it's my blog.
This is not a new development. Columbine, 9/11, Oklahoma City, Afghanistan, Darfur, countless other atrocities that human beings have inflicted on each other. They shut me down. Shut. Me. The. Fuck. Down. I cannot deal.
God forbid I ever have to deal with personal tragedy. I don't have inner strength. I don't have reserves to draw upon. I marvel at people who overcome, rise above, move on after unspeakable events. They are super heroes, the people who carry on, exhibit grace and strength and perseverance.
I'm going to go bury my head in the sand now. Don't judge.