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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just to make you paranoid
Date: 2005-04-17 05:23 pm (UTC)Re: just to make you paranoid
Date: 2005-04-17 05:43 pm (UTC)I can't decide if those samples scare me or not. It seems like there's no way in HELL that could have been an accident. It's not like you arrange viruses chronologically and someone grabbed and cultured the wrong vial. To get to a level 2/3 pathogen that's killed a couple million people, you've got to get it out of a special refrigerator. So if it's not an accident, the question is, why, and answer is probably money -- instead of 50 million getting vaccines at 30 bucks a pop, we could have a billion or two. That's a lot of dough.
Re: just to make you paranoid
Date: 2005-04-17 05:51 pm (UTC)Re: just to make you paranoid
Date: 2005-04-17 05:56 pm (UTC)Or b) that 1957 strain wasn't that bad anyway. That just so happens to be one of the years conspiracy theorists claim that the shot caused more sickness than the flu itself. The estimate is that it killed a million or two, but those statistics are very unreliable.
Re: just to make you paranoid
Date: 2005-04-17 05:57 pm (UTC)Re: just to make you paranoid
Date: 2005-04-17 06:01 pm (UTC)Re: just to make you paranoid
Date: 2005-04-17 06:06 pm (UTC)A friend of mine's father works for one of the big two vaccine producers, and they were the riches people I knew until I moved to LA. I never really talked about it with her, because it's only recently that I've turned into a crackpot. Maybe I should ask her about it.