the EGGs are acting up
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Here's why I think something is happening. The night before 9/11, at like 4am, I wound up having this brutally nostalgic conversation with my then boyfriend, me talking about University, and the bombing at the WTC (we always say the "first bombing" as if there was a second bombing, when there wasn't exactly), and then in the morning was the WTC, and then that plane crash at the end of the city a few weeks later, and the earthquake that felt like a truck ploughing into his apartment building. It was a terribly specific feeling, and as someone/something else I'm about to get to just said, we were much younger then.
I just wrote something pretty harsh to someone I care about. Honestly, it's probably the tip of the iceberg, because I do have all this unexplored anger, but I just wrote about who we were, in a way I don't have the time to bother to think about it.
And then, _right_ after reading it, I find someone else having written something about the day we met, and how we were both so much younger then and about my hat, her hat with the feathers, and how it's hard for her to picture me wearing it anymore. And it's very truthful, but more than that, since I started composing my little tirade last night, and all through this this morning, I've been itchy, itchy itchy itchy, and it's like that night. And so I'm freaked by the EGGs and hoping it's just all crap, or just because the Conclave starts tomorrow, or too many people watched Supervolcano last night. But I'm not so sure. The end of the world is such a long static point.
What fascinates me most, is how everyone accepts/understands that I belong on the other side of the world. No long, "Raaaaach....", the whine that inevitably comes when I'm going through one of my things. Terrifying, to have my perception of my world trusted or even just, not mocked.
timiathan:http://www.livejournal.com/users/timiathan/165172.html
Here's why I think something is happening. The night before 9/11, at like 4am, I wound up having this brutally nostalgic conversation with my then boyfriend, me talking about University, and the bombing at the WTC (we always say the "first bombing" as if there was a second bombing, when there wasn't exactly), and then in the morning was the WTC, and then that plane crash at the end of the city a few weeks later, and the earthquake that felt like a truck ploughing into his apartment building. It was a terribly specific feeling, and as someone/something else I'm about to get to just said, we were much younger then.
I just wrote something pretty harsh to someone I care about. Honestly, it's probably the tip of the iceberg, because I do have all this unexplored anger, but I just wrote about who we were, in a way I don't have the time to bother to think about it.
And then, _right_ after reading it, I find someone else having written something about the day we met, and how we were both so much younger then and about my hat, her hat with the feathers, and how it's hard for her to picture me wearing it anymore. And it's very truthful, but more than that, since I started composing my little tirade last night, and all through this this morning, I've been itchy, itchy itchy itchy, and it's like that night. And so I'm freaked by the EGGs and hoping it's just all crap, or just because the Conclave starts tomorrow, or too many people watched Supervolcano last night. But I'm not so sure. The end of the world is such a long static point.
What fascinates me most, is how everyone accepts/understands that I belong on the other side of the world. No long, "Raaaaach....", the whine that inevitably comes when I'm going through one of my things. Terrifying, to have my perception of my world trusted or even just, not mocked.
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Date: 2005-04-17 04:04 pm (UTC)Well, let's just hope I haven't been unknowingly predicting any great disasters and the universe is just having a massive attack of coincidence? (I haven't been getting any real vibes myself, but I did clean my room, which could be a sign of the apocalypse.)
(It is a great hat.)
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Date: 2005-04-17 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-17 04:25 pm (UTC)I had a feeling it would get here eventually - it's for a project I can't start until I finish MOUNDS OF BABY CLOTHES for a friend, so don't worry about it too much. I really appreciate you picking it up for me. :)