Labor Day Weekend came and went in a blink of an eye. True, I spent some of it working, so that could account for some of it, but otherwise...where did it all go? What can I say? My life is just getting more and more pathetic, especially considering that I didn't even do anything exciting this weekend. I re-read Margaret Atwood's "The Handmaid's Tale," and loved it even more. Such a wonderful novel. It's about this fictional (of course) future in which women are basically there for reproduction purposes. Other than that, they have no usefulness. I found the book so compelling...so disturbing, thinking about how life would be if that were the case. It's a scary, scary book when you really sit down and think about it. A future in which every person was to conform to the same dress, same thought, same patterns of speech, and most importantly, same religion. I highly recommend that book to everyone. It gets you thinking, that's for sure. And it definitely makes me count my blessings that we live with such freedom. Enough flag-waving.
I saw such disturbing footage the other day on ABC News...it was of the strife occuring in Indonesia at the moment...and the images I saw were seriously burned into my mind. I've heard that CBS showed the footage of some people killing some guy with axes...but I didn't see that (thankfully). I saw soldiers shooting at people...saw civilians kicking some guy who was being dragged through the streets by his hair, then thrown into a police (or military, I don't know) vehicle of some sort. I was shaking my head in wonder that this kind of thing is occuring on this planet. That just goes to show how naive I am, living here in America. We are just coddled my the comforting thought that we are safe from such things. And we are, for the most part. Such brutal acts happen all over the world that we seldom hear about. People living in fear, hiding...afraid that the mere act of walking down a street would lead to death. It's sad...and it's scary. I can't imagine living in fear like that. And seeing such violence happen right in front of my face...such hate.
Anyyyhowwww...maybe I should just write about happier things. It's hard to think of the trivial things in my life that I think are so difficult when I see things like that on tv. It's hard for me to feel sorry for myself, which is good, mind you...I hate feeling sorry for myself. I have a lot to be thankful for, I know.
Speaking of which...I should probably get going...and go chat with my mom. :)
